My sister loves blogging. She has a whole network of blogging buddies, special scrapbook software, and photoshop to spruce up her page. It's quite the set-up, and no blog that I conjure up will ever compare.
My brother-in-law loves blog stalking. This is a term I hadn't heard until talking with him one day. Most people have links on their blogs to other blogs that they read. Blog stalking is clicking on a link, then another link on the new page, then another...you get the idea.
Recently, I too have become a blog stalker.
As I've come to the point in my life where I no longer want to feel alone, this blogging community has been my oasis in the desert. I never imagined that all of you existed. I hoped that you did, because my thirst for understanding, my need for people who I could relate to, was becoming unbearable. Reading your posts and hearing your thoughts, your wonderings, your struggles, has helped me know that I am not alone. I can't tell you how much that means to me.
This uphill slope is sometimes made of sand, causing me to slip and fall and lose ground. But knowing that I'm not alone helps me feel like there are times where there is stone beneath this hill after all, and climbing it does not seem as difficult.