Happy Blogoversary to Me Again
Four years ago, Josh told me to find a new outlet for the feelings I was sharing with him (always beginning at 11 p.m.) and a blog was born.
It is my four-year blogoversary.
I usually like to take this post to reflect on the year and look ahead. In the early years, the growth and change was remarkable, with dozens of new projects popping up monthly. Now, the blog is more like a four-year-old–still learning and moving forward, but more consistent. It sleeps from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. It has mastered the toilet. By which I mean that we’re nearing the 300th Roundup and I’m still writing a response every time Salon tackles the topic of infertility.
Two years ago, I started giving each year a single word to use as a goal. The overall word defining my blog is “community.” But then each year received a word that defined the overarching theme for the year:
- Year One: Connections
- Year Two: Action
- Year Three: Listening
- Year Four: Tune
You can read the lengthy description of how I interpreted “tune,” but at its core, I stated, “delurking is more for the writer to know who is reading her blog than it is for the silent person to speak their mind. So my point is not to get people delurking. My point is to get more points-of-view heard.” And hopefully I did that, perhaps not on the grandest level, but in a minute way.
I then usually give one more word, looking ahead, to help focus me during the upcoming year. And this year, my word is “own.”
This will be my first full year of self-hosting, so that obviously plays into the word “own,” but the idea is much larger than that. I think we need to own our words, own our actions, both when we’re proud of them and when we’re remorseful. I think we need to own our place in community–look at which niche of the ALI community we’re standing in and look at ways to improve our interactions with fellow bloggers. I think those crazy kids in Rent were on to something when they implied the difference between renting and owning in their opening number.
I feel like this fourth year, I am more rooted, this blog feels sturdier. The stability affords me the ability to take chances. Expect more visual mediums this year such as photograph and video since I now own the equipment. And expect that very little will change. The Creme de la Creme will roll around again next winter, the Roundup will continue to be posted on Fridays, and I will continue to try to convince you that there is nothing wrong with 70-year-olds having babies.
I need to thank two entities: my blog and you.
To my blog, thank you for being here for four years. You are my white space, my blank canvas, the receptacle for my ideas. You have given me my work and my friends. You have given me opportunities I never thought would be mine to have. I love you, little blog.
To you, thank you for listening to me. Thank you for wiping my virtual tears. Thank you for allowing me to blow my nose on your virtual sleeve. Thank you for laughing at my jokes (even if you were just pitying me and it was a fake laugh). Thank you for linking to me and participating in my projects and for reading me and for hugging me when we meet in the face-to-face world. I get very teary when I talk about the friends I have made through my blog because just as I never imagined the opportunities that would come my way from writing in this space, I never knew that I would meet such a diverse, interesting, beautiful, wonderful group of people. Thank you for being here, for reaching out, for hugging back. As I have said before, “A good hug is like finding an unopened pack of m&ms in your purse right before a movie begins.” And you guys are the m&ms in the purse.