One year from the day I signed up for a mysterious thing called a blog, wordpress sent me a small celebratory message.
WordPress tells you that it’s a good idea to pick a theme. Travelling? Cooking? Crafts? Well, I was just someone who wanted a space to write opinion pieces with little infusions of humour. I wanted to connect to other people who liked reading and writing, but also to people doing other interesting things, so I could see glimpses into lives the world over. I have certainly connected to others, though I have no doubt failed at the attempted one-liners.
My first post was called “Click Delete” and it has zero likes because starting a blog is a lonely business. I enjoy my first posts, they have a sort of hope about them, beginner’s joy. I have been trying to bring my blog back to it’s original intent lately. It’s interesting to visit the start of your page and see how it evolves into its present state over time.
It is very strange to know that it has been a year. It seems like 8 months because things are still the same, really. I study, I fail at life, I eat. At the beginning of a year it seems as though the 12 months will take forever to pass. By the time they have, you wonder where all the time went. It is depressing, almost, to look back over a year of posts showing me that nothing big has happened at first glance. It’s only when I go deeper that I can see the few events that make life that little bit better; I celebrated a birthday this year over dinner with friends; I had a wonderfully fun waterfight; after this semester I will have finished a year of my degree; I have started 2 novels; I have finished short stories; I won a writing competition; I got to dance with some friends on their birthdays; we visited family a few hours away; I left the job that made me wake up wanting to cry or throttle someone; I learned to cook; I was Freshly Pressed; I climbed a tower at night; celebrated a 3 year anniversary; I got tested for a disease I finally attempted gardening and finally, I am learning with every post how to better sculpt article style pieces of writing. Surely, that’s something.
Other really important mentions from the year involve:
No big travels to other countries were had, I didn’t learn another language, I did not hike over a mountain, I did not lose those jiggly bits, I did not make new friends, I did not get published, I did not finally manage to grow a fabulous head of hair, I did not quit all my bad habits… but I did learn that I need to work harder and play more. I learned that I have to face fears and get the yucky bits of life done with. I learned that writing takes a lot of practice, thought and effort. It’s been a year of showing me what not to do, what to do more of, what areas to work on and things I must get done. I guess it has been a year of slow learning.
Perhaps this is a call to productivity, fun and friendship.
Take a moment to travel back in Mitten’s Kittens time:
Remember when I asked, where’s the virginity?
Remember my favourite old thing?
Remember when I posted a selfie?
Remember when I was published?
Remember how I write books inside my head?
Remember when I submit fiction?
Remember the zombies?
Thank you to all of the beautiful people who comment and like and encourage, you’re all brilliant, truly. It’s nice to have followers who have made the year that bit more special. A giant love pie to you all.