I've blogged here at Typepad for 6.5 years now. That's kinda amazing to me. I can remember when I first went into Barnes and Noble trying to find a book on the "new thing" I'd heard about - blogging. I was quite pleased to find the young salesperson caught off-guard about a subject he had never heard about - made me feel like a techie - lol!
Before coming to Typepad I had a website named Approaching Glory. I had inspirational writings on it and I did the html coding myself (okay - so without Pete Levelle I wouldn't have been able to do anything) Anyhoo - lots of hours went into its creation and hopefully it ministered to some people. It's the first time I ever got a picture of the size of the Net. I heard from people all around the world. However, I got the notice this past fall that the host was taking the sites down - so I copied my files and figured I do something else with my writings sooner or later. Still trying to decide what would be the best way to post them again.
But somewhere in the midst - I came to Typepad. And somewhere in all of this, I've longed for the day when I would be able to have my own url. Today is that day. I start this year with my very own address, with endless possibilities ahead, and some new directions for my blog.
And let me tell you - I can NOT say enough good things about the folks at Typepad. They have been great hosts and super helpful. If you ever want a blog - they get my five star stamp of approval :)
PS - if you ever get bored out of your gourd and you want to read the past 6.5 years of my life - take a look at the archives!
Go read the last post first then come back. Okay - now. In addition to needing to see the whole picture, I am discovering my need for the human element. I am very much an independent, individualist, and somewhat of an isolationist. I thoroughly enjoy my "alone" time. To. A. Degree.
Okay - I'm miffed. I am a person who learns by first seeing "the whole". That means when I take a class, I appreciate a teacher who gives a quick overview of the course and then attacks the segments. You give me an instructor who starts with the first segment, without giving me an idea of where we are going, and I get frustrated. Might be an innate control thing but let's not go there.