Just a baby blog. Not even a toddler yet.
I started the blog to get me through my first year of 40. I decided I needed a hobby (that wasn’t watching TV).
I thought I’d write about family, work, life. Nothing heavy. Maybe write about my travels, maybe write about food. No real rules.
I graduated college with an English Ed degree. There were several years of my childhood where I was convinced I’d be a writer. But then I wasn’t.
I wanted to write a post a day. That did not happen.
I wanted to write about my family. I have to get back to that.
I wanted to write about my husband’s family. I still plan to do that.
Some days I dreaded the empty post page, other days I couldn’t wait to get to it.
One of my blogger buddies told me not to sweat it. If I only wanted to write a line or two – that’s what I should do. And some days that’s what I did.
I love photographs – so I posted many.
I haven’t upgraded the site. There’s no jazzy pages or plug-ins. Maybe when I’m a tween.
I told you all that I started the blog because I’m nosey and I hoped that you were all nosey too. Turns out, you are. Lucky me.
I’m not sure if I should even be celebrating turning 1. I should be cooler than that and just move on. Pretend like it’s any other day.
But I’m not cool. I’m excited to make it this far. 269 posts and counting.
Thanks so much for tuning in. Let’s see what the terrible twos bring!