Can you believe it?
One hundred and eighty-odd posts later and here we are – looking back on a year of blogging.
I started Rant and Roll because I love to write and because I am easily destroyed by issues that either break my heart or force steam out of my ears.
My amazing friend Sherie encouraged me to write down my rants, mostly due to the fact that she would absolutely kill herself laughing any time I was on the warpath, orating and gesticulating widely (like the modern day – severely pissed off – Pericles that I can be.)
And so I did.
But then, little, by little, my small corner of the internet began to evolve.
Sure, I still wrote about issues near and dear to my heart (I don’t think I could stop even if I tried.)
However, I also started to write about other things – my relationship with the brilliant man whom I share my heart and home; our kitty cat who rules the roost; and my travels both near and far, new and old.
In April I was Freshly Pressed and it was pretty much the COOLEST THING EVER.
There were days that I was so tired coming home from work that I cried.
But I also drooled on the metro.
I was a Tough Mudder.
I took on the “I don’t watch TV” crowd.
I laughed a lot.
It has been simply smashing.
So what have I learned from this brilliant experience? What do I take away from three hundred and sixty-five days of blogging?
Well, the first thing is that I am darn proud of my little R&R.
On day one I swore to myself that I would write three times a week, no excuses.
At first it was hard – I wanted each piece to be INTELLIGENT, and THOUGHT PROVOKING.
But then I just started to sit back and let it flow. I made sure not to force any one post into being something that it wasn’t – that it couldn’t be.
Looking back, there were some weeks where I wrote four, even five posts – not because I felt like I had to, but because I was inspired, and passionate, and excited, and so so happy to feel my fingers a-tap-tapping, flying across the keyboard, just trying to keep up to the pace of my frantic thoughts that were just spilling out of my head, onto the desk, and all over the floor.
I’ve learned that pictures and media are a good way of adding colour to your blog (no pun intended).
(Or just to drive home the point of how truly bonkers you really are.)
I’ve learned that spam bots will leave comments that leave me breathless from laughter, and that real life people will leave comments that melt my heart into a puddle of mush.
(This is a good thing.)
But it the end, what I first and foremost take away from this crazy year of blogging is the opportunity to make my way through the remarkable WordPress community, read some outstanding blogs, and get to know some truly phenomenal people.
To all of my brilliant and beautiful blog friends, I wouldn’t want to do this without you.
You make me laugh at your fantastic wit.
You make me cry with your profound prose.
You make me fall in love with your children and your pets.
You make me jealous of all your amazing fashion pieces, and your delicate eyes for mixing and patching different patterns and palates.
You make me run faster, and work out harder.
You make me marvel at your art, your photography, your writing.
You make me want to be a better blogger.
You make me want to be better.
So thank you. Thank you all.
Here’s to another year of blogging.
So everyone buckle up – here come the terrible twos.