I received a nice notification from the people of Word Press a couple of days ago:
Thanks to everyone that’s been nice enough to follow me — from the beginning and recently. I read back over some of those beginning posts and just shudder. I had no idea what I was doing (kind of still don’t) but I’ve learned that this blogging thing, like all of us and like life, is fluid, changing and evolving. I don’t know what this year will bring, but I’d like to do some remembering of 2012 with images and songs.
Late January 2012 — I sat down at the computer one morning and decided to create a blog. I always liked the word “banter” because of its definition and because I like the movie, Anchorman, which gives us a insider’s view of what that off-camera banter is about.
As I tried to rack my brain that morning about what to write, I was doing this, as I have since that day, every time I post:
I finished writing it and I thought to myself this sucks. Why are you doing this? Don’t hit that publish button. DON’T. DO. IT. Walk away, but I did hit publish and thought to myself afterwards:
That day I received one comment. Elizabeth from Scribbling in the Storage Room — thank you, Elizabeth.
So I wrote some more and for the most part I was doing this, waiting for comments:
And hearing this:
After I got into blogging a bit and began to explore what was out there in the sphere of bloggers, my confidence started to bloom. I made some friends and began commenting on other blogs. In April, that thing happened that’s happened to many of my bloggerly buds — Word Press smiled upon me and pressed me up there on their front page. My stats went crazy, thousands visited and some stayed. And I sang:
and danced like this:
I gained so many new followers and my blog, which began as just a “writer’s” blog kind of took on a life of its own. In slow times between projects, I learned a few tricks. People seemed to like it and I became one of the few and the proud and:
October began slow. One of my posts got some decent hits. It was one on Friends. That made me happy because I’d made so many and it seemed my blog reflected what I’d wanted it to be. A safe place, one where we could laugh and ponder the complexities of life. Share good music, good times and prop each other up during the not so good ones — I felt as if you guys were in my virtual living room. Then late October something stopped me for awhile.
The power went out for a long time. I posted only three times in November. Then Thanksgiving, Christmas and some other stuff happened that nearly knocked me down — in all kinds of ways. But you guys, you stayed with me. You wrote to me and you encouraged me when I did post. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
So in a year’s time, this and that has happened — some good, some painful stuff — not just to me personally, but to all of us as a society. What I find encouraging and wonderful is that I know there are so many people out there doing good, making the best out of the worst of times and daring to put their words out on a global scale in order to give hope, solace and laughter. I’m proud to be a part of that. I’m proud of myself for sticking with this a year. And I’m proud of all of you — your warmth, your humor and your compassion — it knocks me out and it makes me think to myself:
Love ya and peace out.
Creds: Gifs, zazzle.