Boyfriend left for India late last night (with a brief layover in London this morning). He took with him short sleeve shirts, malaria pills, antibiotics, 30% deet bug spray, and my will to live. Kidding. Kind of. I’ve already watched 4 episodes of Gossip Girl and an episode of Project Runway Allstars, for those keeping track. And I’ve broken out my un-fancy sweatpants. You know, the ones you relegate to the back of your closet and only dig out when no one is around to see how terrible you look and judge you for your poor life choices. The only person around is Fitz, and considering he licks his own genitals on a daily basis, I don’t think he’s in a position to judge.
A week ago, I missed a very important milestone that is worth going back to honor. On February 12th, not only was it my darling girl Annie’s birthday, it was also the one year anniversary of this here blog. A full year! This surprises even me, because while I never thought I’d be able to keep this up for a whole year, I also cannot believe how far I’ve come in that time.
A year ago, I was unemployed and directionless, and I created this blog because everyone else in the world had a blog, and I thought I’d join in. Besides, with nothing else filling my time besides praying to the Job Gods for an interview (which I got, a week after starting my blog) or a new job (which I also go, a week after that interview) and not showering if I didn’t have to leave the house (meaning every day), I needed a creative outlet for all the internet scouring I was doing. I’m really good at the internet, if such a skill exists. Need me to find something? I can find it. Want a huge collection of all-white interior photographs complete with sources? I’m your girl.
Initially, I also used this blog as a way to curb my shopping habits; being unemployed meant I was broke, and being broke doesn’t really get along with the need to buy everything and anything my heart desired. I figured if I could write about it, I could exhaust the urge to buy it, and then I wouldn’t have to throw money away on things that were not directly necessary to my survival (as you can see, this hasn’t really worked out in the long term :). Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about not being able to afford dinner if I splurge on a new area rug or set of chairs anymore. But I did. And it sucked. May you never have to feel so shitty. (And if you do, start a blog).
Back when I first started, I think I got 30 views my first month. I didn’t waste time telling everyone on facebook about my new venture, but it took a few months before anyone really started paying attention. It felt like I was writing into outer-space for a long time. But since blogging can’t exist in a vacuum, I found other blogs that I liked, and I started commenting on them. People stumbled on my blog through those comments, or random internet searches. I had two or three fans (hi, Holly!) in the very beginning, and then Annie found me. And through Annie, I’ve found most of you. And I’ll say it for the billionth time: the internet is an incredible place.I found a group of friends through blogging, a group of women so diverse in subject and lifestyle and personality but all unified in one shared hobby:
loving my blog blogging. If you would have told when I started that in one year I’d be getting almost a comment a day from someone new in addition to the conversation our little clique has daily…I wouldn’t have believed you. But that’s likely because, as you can tell from my first post, I was probably drunk off Vinho Verde (totally necessary to my survival at that time).
You guys inspire me everyday to post something. And I love blogging. I love everything that goes into it, and I think I’d still do it even if I was writing to no one. But I’m writing to a real audience, and you guys keep me on the line for posting consistently every day. I’ve not only found an audience to subject to my photoshopped lamps-as-eyebrows / lamps-on-hands nonsense, I’ve found my voice. As cheesy as it sounds, it’s true. It’s (only) been a year, and I don’t know why I didn’t start earlier. I can’t imagine not blogging, now.
Or ever seeing a screencap of someone with their hands out and not automatically picturing lamps on them.
Here’s to the next year. Thank you to any of you who stuck around the past year, and who make it with me to the next one. xo