This coming Sunday, March 23, marks a pretty big day for me – the 10th anniversary of my blog. Ten long years I have been writing in this space, creating a little nook on the big wide web where I can just be myself. Ten years, 1488 posts, and so many, many words about Dance Show.
It’s a milestone, to say the least. The traditional 10 year anniversary gift is tin, but the modern version is diamond jewelry, so you know, use your own judgement.
I’ve had times when I was very prolific, times when the words just flew out of my fingers. I’ve had times when I didn’t have anything to say (but it didn’t seem to stop me from blogging anyway), and times when I had lots to say, but no time to get it all down. I’ve had times when I wondered why exactly I did this, and what my goals were, and if I should be working on a brand; and other times when I’ve just written little stories for myself only and not cared if anyone ever reads it. (Well – you’re still under obligation, Sir Monkeypants.)
Somehow or other, I’ve kept it going and now it’s one of my biggest treasures. A place where I can instantly be taken back to happy times, sad times, great memories that might otherwise be buried under the day-to-day whirlwind of chores and obligations. A place where a small snapshot of my family is captured, a sliver of a history book that will show my kids who I was, who they were, who we were together.
A place where I feel comfortable speaking in my own voice, sharing my own thoughts. Free to write what I want, when I want, and because I feel the desire and need to tell stories with words.
Blogging is an odd thing, a publishing platform that can be used in so many ways. It’s sometimes hard to say what, exactly, it is, or what, exactly, it’s all for. But I know this: for me, it’s beautiful. Moments of my life captured in 300 word chunks. Perfect little phrases shared with others who also write perfect little phrases of their own lives. A base that launched me into a community of lovely, thoughtful minds sharing lovely, thoughtful stories and tales and comments of their own.
It’s the literature of my life. Happy anniversary.