Today is my second Blogaversary ! I’ve known this would warrant a mention…in a post…with streamers and prophetic words. But on my first attempt last week, I came up with a lotta nada. Hot air but no balloons. I had outlined what I thought I should say. But it wasn’t real. Creativity shrivels in the shadow of the shoulds.
Back when I began this blog adventure, I was looking so hard at myself, I could barely speak. And I was petrified of using the computer. But I knew writing and publishing posts over and over would make a better writer of me, create a habit, and give me a body of work for potential employers. I kept the faith and kept doing something even if it was wrong. And I was right. I have continued to post on my blog every three days, save a few occasions. I discovered I could rely on myself.
The second greatest killer of creativity is seeing myself through the eyes of my critics and freezing there. So I took the imperfections, the misspelled words and the bad grammar, and threw them on the pyre as a sacrifice to the god of progress.
I do appreciate the care for my misspellings and I even appreciate the “anonymous” hater who lambasted my character right after I found out I was pregnant in June of 2012 and had published my most controversial article to date. When I saw her at the grocery store recently, I wished I’d yelled “Thanks for reading!”.
Because in the end, I’m nothing without my readership. You lovely wonderful quiet opinionated readers, without you I am not a blog. I am a silly girl talking to herself. In a small poll (4 people) I conducted of known readers, I discovered people read for the following reasons.
They know me and want to keep up with my life’s happenings.
They find me funny.
And they enjoy my honest opinions about difficult subjects. I tell it the way I sees it, that’s all.
How has my blogging experience rewarded me? I found my “voice“ and a sense of self-pride. I love my new blog friends from all over the world. Pen pals with pizzazz. I applaud my fellow bloggers celebrating their 2 year blogaversary too and want to be jealous of their sparkly giveaways and shiny fun posts. But my voice is my vehicle. How I’d love to have you all happily seated in the back for my mostly gimmick-free ride.
What if I promise more pretty pictures to ogle ?
Thank You Very Much For Reading. And believing. I owe you.