2,400

I almost missed this one, noticed out of the corner of my eye that yesterday's post was 2,399. Which makes today's one of those round numbers that I write about from time to time.

It's the ultimate in solipsism, right? A blog about the things I think about while walking ... then a post about how many other posts I've written!

Posts on running and dancing and bouncing, about mothering and working and traveling. Posts on grieving and gratitude.

What can I say? We live in a confessional age, and this is about as confessional as I can get.  Which is to say, not as much as some, but more than others — and more than I ever thought I'd be.