I clamored on over to WordPress and created an account. I dressed this little page up in classic black and white, hoping to give it some tuxedo affair esteem. And then I wrote my first post. One year ago today.
I had started other blogs in the past. There was the super embarrassing Xanga from my pre-teen days, complete with plenty of x’s and ShIfTeD letters in my username. There was the Blogger account that earned an earth-shattering two posts on its pages before I forgot the password. There were “journal entries” on a MySpace page, with an excessive amount of emoticons dabbled throughout. There was a LiveJournal account created and then promptly abandoned. And then I went to WordPress, thinking it would change me.
Now, here we are, 79 posts later… and I think it did.
This little blog kept me scripting. It kept me spinning my wheels for ideas, searching for the right words to post, coming back for more, even on the days when all I really wanted to do was forget that I have to make something of the day to day. The times where I wished I could just sit down with a hefty textbook and find all the answers for life hidden in the back.
And somehow, after a year of typing out thoughts and emotions into a plain little textbox, I’m still going. I’m still sitting down to the keyboard and spilling it all out.
So, I’m celebrating… with a domain. With a pretty new URL. With my name now plastered to this page, typed into the search bar before hitting the enter key. With plenty of big plans in store. With (hopefully) another good year to come.