Today marks my one year anniversary on F.A. I didn't want the day to pass by without comment. As I saw the date coming up, I wondered what, if anything I would say. It is not a happy anniversary for me. I have been forced to reflect upon the unfortunate events that brought me here. Things that are very much still with me and painful to think about.
I wanted to start this day on a positive note.
So I decided to congratulate another member of F.A. who has the same first year anniversary as me. When I went to the page, I found that this person had experienced the recent death of a loved one. Instead of congratulations, I expressed my sympathies. It was strangely fitting.
So what has the past year brought?
I came to F.A. as a statement of rebellion, a place where I could showcase pretty, naked furries which otherwise would never have seen the light of day. I interacted with many different artists, writers, and poets. I had a platform to express my viewpoints. I stretched myself as an artist, doing things I never would have done otherwise. I moved in unexpected directions, even storytelling, another thing I never thought I would do. My passing did not go by completely unnoticed. I watched people and people watched me. However, even in the space of a year I noticed how many of the people I watched- and how many of those watching me- have abandoned their pages. I know that in this transitory world it's not important, but it makes me sad anyway. It makes me wonder when it will be my turn to abandon my page.
But I'm here. And I still have a few more things to say.