- Explain to me how is it possible that when I was 11, I was earning money babysitting, while my son at the same age can’t figure out how to make toast?
- Explain to me how when you’re walking on the side of the road, every car that whizzes past you is a jackass, yet when you’re the one driving the car, the walker is the jackass?
- Explain to me how this made it past the marketing team? And who agreed to have truth serum that morning for breakfast?
- Explain to me how in the hell it’s possible this blog is 3 years old today?
Blogging is a strange thing; bloggers often feel like their blog is their ‘baby’, while nonbloggers peer into the crib, fake a smile and sneer, “Gee, that’s some ugly baby. And don’t ask me to change any diapers.”
This blog started out as a vulnerable, needy newborn, which did nothing but cry and sleep. In the beginning, I posted maybe once a month. For my two followers. I was still trying to figure out the big, out-of-focus WordPress world, feeling my way out of the crib, leaving more than a few stinky poopy posts in my wake.
Even though I was scared, that first year I kept reaching out, taking chances, posting more. I talked to myself in a language only I understood. Eventually, I whined and cried a bit less and my babbling attracted a few people to my crib who wanted to play with me after all.
Mommy and Daddy WordPress showed me off to the relatives and they saw potential in me I didn’t know existed. Who knows why, really.
Then came the terrible twos.
I had tantrums. My posts got crankier. I started to do things for attention. Hey, look at me! Look what I can do! I did vlogs– I read bad poetry to you. I twirled batons. I sang. I played piano.
I slurped coffee. Lookee! Lookee at MEEEE!
I loved the responses, the fact so many of you wanted to hang out with me. You didn’t even mind I still had a binkie and wore big kid pull-ups.
Sure, sometimes this post-cranking bidnezz was all too much, so I had my trusty companion,
Mr. Skittles, take over the job. I think he did very well.
You can guess which posts were his.
Today I turn three. And nothing’s changed. The threes are just as awful as the terrible twos, if not more so — didn’t anyone tell you that?
So I will do more of the same, it seems to be working so far.
It’s hard to not sound sappy or trite when writing in a blog, but I’ll just be straight-up honest with you guys:
I couldn’t have done it without all of you.
[cue soft piano music]
If you’re a blogger, you know that every single comment, every like is important to you. It’s like having your mom and dad clap for you when you take those first wobbly steps.
It gives a blogger confidence, validation and most of all, encouragement to keep going. In spite of the fact your entire family, all your friends and even your mailman thinks your blog is lame and a colossal waste of time.
But you keep on blogging.
[cue somber violin]
You blog to finally find your voice and to keep using it even when you have doubts or feel scared.
[music swells, dramatic pause]
Especially when that voice is flapping on and on about farts or pretzel feet or broken asses.
Thank you all (especially you, Mr. Skittles) for making these three years so memorable.
I love you.*
Cheers to another year. Happy blogging.
*Well, not really. But I do think of you fondly from time to time.
Unexplained Mysteries of My Universe (Part 1)