I realized, as I was driving to pick Preston up earlier, that I wrote my first blog post exactly 10 years ago today. I may not be able to keep track of the days of the week, but I can pinpoint dates quite easily. When I’m looking at that particular date, that is, because I can’t keep track of what the date is unless I’m looking a calendar in the face.
I think it was my sister-in-law Laura-Mae who first told me of the whole blog thing. I thought it was hilarious. That day when I created my very first blog, I was recovering from a rough break-up and was kind of a mess. These were a few lines from my first post:
I often wonder if there’s just a select group of people who will conform to any situation. If you change, are you still you? Do you perpetually convert into a different person your whole life? Is there a time when you find who you really are and stay that way until you die?
I guess I was a much more introspective blogger back then. Back when I had one reader and didn’t know that it was a thing to get a lot of readers. I didn’t write for anyone else, I wrote as an outlet for pain. And I didn’t know that it was okay to read the blog of a person I didn’t know.
When MySpace was a thing, I moved my blog there. Because I’m an idiot. And then eventually when I deleted my account, all of my posts originally written there were deleted as well. Because I’m impulsive and I don’t think about the consequences of my actions. S-M-R-T am I.
A year or so later, Teresa started a blog after my niece was born, and from there I discovered Angella, Amanda, Secret Agent Josephine, and OMSH (who is no longer OMSH, but is to me). And also bitetherabbit, who no longer blogs. (Come back, Amy!) It felt weird to me that I didn’t know these people and yet I was reading the words they’d written. Which, I know, seems quite silly to me now, especially since I’ve hung out with (in! real! life!) four out of five of them. If you’d told me back then that I’d make friends on the internet, hang out with them in real life, go to blogging conferences, or go on 10-day road trip with someone I’d just breathed the same air with a few days earlier to attend a Harry Potter conference and hang out with my new favourite author, or that I’d be building websites with a met-on-the-internet friend, I would have thought you were a raving lunatic. But this is what has happened.
I’m quite thankful for this whole blogging thing, even though I’m known to blow up a blog or two (or three) in fits of wanting to disappear into nothingness. (I promise to keep this here one up till at least tomorrow. Maybe the next day as well.) Some of my most bestest friends have been made on the interwebs, and I seriously do not know what I’d do without them. Without you. I’d probably live in a hole somewhere, afraid of daylight. And without wifi.
Anyway, I just want to say thank you for sticking with me and all that jazz. You’re a life-saver. Literally. I wouldn’t be here without you.