This Blog Is 20 Years Old

When I started this blog, I assumed I could keep it going for a few months. I would consider it a major win if I got to two years of semi-regular posting.

By the time I got to the fifth year, I started to wonder if I could keep this thing going all the way to ten years. Ten years! A decade! How many projects reach a decade?

But now it is 20 years. 20 years, five times per week, I write something. It isn’t usually profound. Sometimes the posts are super brief. I don’t always remember a story when I look back on past posts. And many other times, we’ve used my blog to remember when something occurred. It is like a time capsule that I keep adding to over the years; a nest where I can figuratively curl up in a cozy space created out of words.

I have thought about stopping. A lot. I don’t have a date anymore in my brain where I’ll stop writing in this space; I’ve stopped thinking about the end. I may reach 25 years or 30 years. Who really knows?

Because isn’t that the point? That we can never know what the future will be? All I know is that when I started this blog, I was writing a book about infertility, and my twins were giving up their bottles. And now that book is massively out of date, and the twins are in college. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. Blogging has changed. And yet, if you’re reading this, you’re still here. And I’m still here. Thank you.

I am enormously proud of what I’ve created. And at the same time, all I have done is convince myself that it would be a good idea to sit down and get into the spirit to write by writing a blog post. I don’t always post what I write. It doesn’t always come easily. My only advice is not to think too deeply about it. If you sit down and do it, you too will one day have 20 years of blog posts.

I am grateful to everyone who has read any part of this journey. Thank you for being here. For letting me know you’ve seen my words. For letting me know that I’m not alone out here.