1,000 Page Views!

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Well, my friends, we've made it. Today, on July 2, 2018, I discovered that The Avocado and Me has exactly 1,000 page views from around the globe. 1,000. To a small girl in a big, big world, this seems like an extraordinary achievement. I am so grateful for all of you, your ears, your interest, and your open mindedness. The Avocado and Me couldn't be where it is today without you. Because of this, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you for joining me on our journey of health, joy, and mindfulness. It has been an exciting ride so far, and I can't wait to see where this amazing roller coaster leads us. Remember, reader, that you are always and forever enough, just as you are.

You can do anything you put your mind to. On this important day for The Avocado and Me, I would like to emphasize that none of this would have been possible without each and everyone of you. You are a piece of the puzzle, and for that, I am eternally thankful. 

With gratitude,
Maya 

Photo by Sofiya Levchenko on Unsplash, Photo by Ian Schneider on Unsplash

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