I actually went live with this blog one year ago today.
It was Martin who said I should start writing a blog, from the beginning. I had all these snippets of writing floating around… musings, and angry rants, and stories about dumb things… He did all the background stuff, setting up the WordPress software and whatnot. (I’m such a loser when it comes to that part of things, he can never, EVER leave me, because I can hardly make the computer “go” when he’s not here.) There’d be no blog without him.
Oh, how I fretted – perfection is such a problem for me… but as my good friend Rachel pointed out in the beginning, “it’s a process. It will change as you change. Don’t worry about it.” As if a person such as myself wouldn’t worry about it. *shakes head, knowingly*
Still, she’s such a smarty, that Rachel.
I was all anxious and nervous about being able to write something every day. I was worried about having something useful to say. Or something insightful. Or funny. One year later, I realise that I really do worry too much, about many things. This blog is one of them.
I’m recognise that I love writing this thing, when I can steal away the time to do it. I’m trying not to get all hung up about whether or not people comment… I realise now that whether or not people have anything to say about it, there are many who read this thing with enjoyment. I know this because they give me all kinds of hell when I don’t post anything.
The leader of this pack is my sister, Nikola, who is probably my biggest supporter, and who also thinks I should write a book. (What the what?! I have no idea about such things…) But I love her for being a pillar. And for her less-than-gentle prodding.
My FB friend Arlene regularly pimps out my blog in her status updates, which is very cool thing to do… thank you, lady. And I’ve received support through FB and regular email, (from random strangers sometimes!) just to let me know I should keep on keeping on. Unsolicited love and support like that is the coolest kind of love there is. I can dig it.
And so, my family and friends, my peeps, my tweeps… I thank you for all the love this year. To the blogging community that has folded me in so wholely and lovingly? Oh my goodness… I blush. You inspire me in so many ways… how to write better, how to live better, and love better. My new friendships are wicked-amazing, and I can’t wait to pinch you all on your bums when we meet… one day.
Oh, hey!! Another bonus about this blog? It’s allowed me to get past my SHAME about not keeping baby books and other “good mum” logs of the like. I’ve got lots of their antics and shenanigans documented here. Sometimes with photos too. Yay for me.
So here’s a short list of my favorite posts from the last twelve months, in no particular order:
This is about ME in list form (Only, I don’t smoke cigarettes anymore – joy!)
About the time we were complete and total pizza hogs and won prizes for our efforts
About the time I cleaned my neighbour’s crapper with my own toilet brush
Oh, the joys of having babies puke a full stomach’s worth of milk on you in the wee hours
The one about Mrs. Doubtfire and the stupid games I play with my sibling
I’m having a blast, people. Thank you so much for reading… makes me all sniffly and stuff. *sniffs* And more importantly, thanks so much for not chastising me about my very liberal use of the F-word and phrases like “SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!” which never ceases to make me giggle my ass off. I hope you’re all rolling on the floor laughing in pools of your own pee too.
Today, I totally rock the hard jam.
G.G.
