One of the things I have on my trusty notepad of “things to blog about” (one of those things on my list also includes “cat shit mouth.” Yeah. Stay tuned for that one), was just how long I’ve been at this nonsense. Chris posted an interview with himself, which makes for a good segue into what keeps me blogging.
Often, I go into my archives. I try to do it once a day. Not to be narcissistic, but I like to go back on that very day, maybe two, three, even 6 years ago, and see what I was doing on that very day. It’s like a look into my life, that sometimes, doesn’t even feel like my own. My writing back in the day, while still candid, was really, well, just crap. Maybe it’s like listening to yourself on a recording. You think you sound like a choad. Maybe my writing is still crap, and I’m just delusional. Yet, I go back into my archives and some of the stuff I read, I think “damn, I was really fucking funny. What the hell happened?”
Regardless of whether or not my writing really is just a steaming pile of dog shit, or whether it’s award winning. It’s my writing. I ignore the cringe factor and enjoy that I’ve kept at something for so long. It’s now a part of me. It’s ingrained in me to just… blog. I’ve often thought of quitting, but blogging, I can’t quit you. I love seeing the evolution of myself. I went from being recently divorced, to single and dating (what a disaster that was) to married again, and then with kids. I think that’s kind of awesome to have that sort of chronicle of ones life. I love that I’ve been around for a long time. I read the comments on posts from years ago, and I wonder what happened to those people? Blogs just come and go. But me? I’ve stuck with it. I’m actually proud of that. 8 years. I’m geriatric in terms of blogging.
And now it’s your turn.