The Amazing Folks at WordPress have thrown down the blogging gauntlet, albeit with the literary equivalent of donuts with sprinkles: they will send me helpful tips, encouragement, and possible browbeating disguised as a cheerful daily email.
We all know I can’t resist a donut with sprinkles, even in word form.
I have an overload of self-knowledge in the area of resolution/change. (Eeyore voice over: It’ll never worrrrrk.) I try to keep my goals modest, so I have a stab at achievement.
2008’s goal: I need a place to show up every day, in words. Brilliant plan! Start a blog that no one will read. Check.
2009 was an eye-opener. Readers? Really? Where the heck did YOU come from?!? Uh-oh.
2009’s goal: Do not panic. Stick to original goal, and show up in words every day. Try to keep a sense of humor and perspective. TLH is not The New York Times or Robin Williams. It’s not exactly on the map of Blogdom. Whew. Check.
The start of 2010 wasn’t so hot in the non-blog arena, so I thought I’d better amp down my expectations.
2010’s goal: Have at least one thought a day, 5 days a week. My brain gets to go awesomely blank on Saturday and Sunday. The idea was to keep a couple of neurons firing. Thought a day: check.
Note that nowhere in that statement is there anything about writing a thought down, or that the content must be more stimulating than which fast food chain has crisper french fries.
2011’s goal: a post a day, 5 days a week. Thank you WordPress, for upping the ante. (Yes, that was anxiety, disguised by sarcasm, with an overall effect of pretending I had no choice.) If the Reader Radar picks up a Mayday amount of dreck, I promise to regroup. Let me know if we hit a Dreck-Berg. I can’t always tell my flotsam from my jetsam.
I started writing this blog as a way to force myself to write something every day. I felt quite comfortable with the idea. I was convinced no one in their right mind would read what I wrote, therefore whatever I came up with was already a success. Win-win.
Little did I know there were so few of us in our right minds. And then a few of you arrived who were completely sane. Dadgummit. Now I wanted to be sane (occasionally) too, because even those of you in your right minds are FUN.
And lo, it came unto Jane to be mightily afraid, lest she disappoint the nifty people who dropped by: she wroteth daily, but posteth not, troubled her words would be discouraging.
Shhhhh! You! In the back! Stop singing Home On The Range.
Oh wait. Hey…maybe you’re on to something?
…and seldom was heard….a discouraging word…and the skies were not cloudy all day.
Seldom. I think I can manage seldom. I wonder if I can cover up the grinding crunch of hitting a Dreck-berg with a harmonica?
In seriousness, folks: thank you. Your presence is a gift, and I appreciate each one of you. Your intelligence, encouragement, humor, teasing, and occasional light smack have been exactly what I needed. If you ever doubt your impact on another person, know this: whether you’ve commented or not, you’ve changed my life for the better.
Have a donut, on me.
Now. Pass the coffee, grab a napkin, and fill me in on whatever you feel like sharing!