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One of the aspirations of this blog, or more accurately, of this blogger, was to create a space that encouraged the sharing of thoughts and ideas about our community. Village Green/Town Squared is meant to be the place where Columbia and Howard County intersect. Not a physical space that can be registered on FourSquare, but a welcoming space in our virtual/digital world for listening, thinking, and sharing.

Early on I lamented about my own perfectionism and the feeling that, if I didn't get comments, that I wasn't one of the Cool Kids in the lunchroom. The response I got from friends and fellow bloggers was simple: keep writing. Possibly the greatest motivator I have had to keep writing was my rejection at the polls last Spring when I ran for CA Rep for Oakland Mills. It spurred me on to use my voice in the best way that I knew how.

Last week I posted a series of posts about the County's purchase of the Verona Apartments. For someone who started out blogging as a self-proclaimed miniaturist, it was a stretch. But, no matter how imperfect, my posts brought something I have long wished for: a conversation.

In the same week I discovered that I had been nominated for a Mobbie. Although the Mobbies are primarily dominated by the Baltimore blog scene, Howard County has a feisty representation each year. When I started this blog, I would have seen a nomination as something only the Cool Kids could aspire to.

Now I see it for what it is: a supportive nod of the head from (I am guessing) a fellow member of the Howard County blogging scene. Just as I nominate others whose blogs are a meaningful part of what I read each day. We write, and we say to each other: keep writing. It's all about exploration and the joy of discovery. And about shining a light so others may find their way.

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