Two Years, and Then Some

Two Years and Then SomeI realized at some point this evening that I had totally forgotten about the two-year mark of blogging. It was August 31, and I guess I was a busy bee doing something else. I think that’s a good thing, really. I think it means that my blog has just become a part of my life. It’s like brushing my teeth (only more pleasurable, and, I promise I have been doing that for far more than two years). I haven’t really found any way of denoting this little holiday that I am really linguistically happy with. Blogiversary? Blog birthday? I don’t know. I don’t have a neat little word for it, but I don’t want to miss the opportunity to say THANK YOU, all you wonderful people who read and support me, all you lovely commenters and Tweeters and Instagrammers. I love you all so much. I can say in all honesty that I treasure the friendships that have come about by way of this blog, whether we live continents away from each other or just down the street. However! I do wish you all did live just down the street. That would be awesome.

I started this blog a little over two years ago as a way of coping with the final stages (the death throes?!) of my dissertation and our move to Pasadena, where I knew exactly zero people. It was amazing to me that, even though Eric was at work all day, and I was pounding away on my keyboard in air-conditioned silence, I didn’t feel lonely. Thank you all for being my friends and sharing your lives with me. This is a small place to say, “Hey, good job, self, for showing up and doing this blog thing every weekday for two years!” but it is a much bigger opportunity to say, “Thank you and thank you and thank you again.”

The real start of this was two years ago, but I had one little blogging experiment a year and a half before that. I spent a whole day making my header, I poured my heart out in a few posts, and I told exactly no one about it, except for Eric and my mom. I couldn’t quite reconcile the privacy and identity issues, and I was still neck-deep in a culture that pretty much frowns on hobbies. I was felled by the tidal wave of work and unsureness, and the blog slipped away. It took me a long time to come back to it and to feel good about it. But I am so glad I did. This is the REAL first post I ever wrote, and I stand by it. There are, to be sure, some posts that make me cringe. I can look back and see where I was struggling to find my voice. I am sure that I still am. But I hope that as time goes by, I am becoming a more honest writer. I hope that each evening when I sit down at my computer, I am sailing further away from the islands of cliche and writerly laziness. I hope. Thank you so much for being here for the journey. Hugs and high fives and “love yous” all around. You really are the best.

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