Holy shit. This morning I was wondering if I have ever written a year in review post. I came close with this one from last year, but looking back on my posts I discovered a startling fact. I started my blog SEVEN years ago. Say whaaaaaaaa? Is that a record? What is the average life span of a blog?
It was like finding old pictures and sitting down to go through them. Occasionally I would come across a post and think to myself, GOD I was such an asshole or how stupid, embarrassing, etc. There were a few posts that brought back a flood of memories -- some good and bad, such as the loss of our dogs. But what struck me the most is that I have kept at it for seven years. I've never stuck with something for that long, except for my marriage.
CLEARLY, I don't keep my blog going because I want to make money at it. Nor do I keep my blog to gain an audience of adoring fans and faithful readers (hello, my faithful few). I don't write poetic or thought provoking posts and I don't want to. I have kept up my blog for so long because it is a record of me. Like pictures, yet, not nearly has horrifying.
I don't give a shit how I write. My many misspellings, abuse of grammar and switching back and forth from tenses is proof. What I think is so cool, is like photos, I can go back and cringe at a few, laugh and remember. Better yet, years from now when my nephews are grown and I am gone, they may be something to find out about their aunt. This little blog will give them an idea of how I lived with snippets of my life, accomplishments, failures and heartbreak. To leave a digital footprint, however corny. It is my way of leaving a little part of me behind. This makes me happy.
Here is to the next seven years.