This morning when I signed into WordPress, I was surprised to be greeted by a Happy Anniversary message, commemorating three years of posts. I was a little surprised because I had no idea I had been doing it that long. I remember when I first sat down and decided to do this, my initial thought was, what on earth am I going to find to write about. Well, here we are, three years later and when I sit down to write, I’m still asking myself the same question.
Celebrating an anniversary of anything usually unleashes a spate of reflection, and this one is no exception. What have I written? Have I improved? Is it worth reading? Has my audience grown? All the mental metrics that help us define success.
As to what I have written, well, there have been 624 posts about, for lack of a better word, life. It seems as the blog evolved, I never really established a theme. It has been more a mish mash of thoughts, observations, memories, opinions, things I saw and liked, and things that have touched me. It has been part commentary, part narrative, part poetry, fiction, non-fiction, nonsense, insight, and a healthy dose of humor. Looking back now I realize that this is not just what I wrote, it is who I am.
Have I improved? Well, there’s a moving target if ever there was one. How do you measure it. I’ve always written pretty much the way I talk. I tend to ramble sometimes, and my grammar “ain’t that gudd”, but if each post says to me what I wanted to say, then so be it. In my own selfish way, while I want to please you, I Have to please me.
Is it worth reading is a very subjective thing. I can’t decide that. You must. If you reduce it purely to numbers, I have had 9692 total views. That averages out to about 15 views per post. My best day ever was 59. On the literary highway, that would place me in the breakdown lane. By contrast, I view a lot of my favorite bloggers posts and see ‘likes’ that exceed 100. Wow. But I’m not in this for the numbers any more then a fireman calculates his success by how many alarms he has answered. I have instead felt that I would just throw it out there and those that want to read it will, and those that don’t, can go straight to hell. Opps, sorry, just kidding.
By and large, it has grown a little, but at glacial speed. I have by design not marketed it. Although my stuff is posted on Twitter and starting recently, Facebook, I don’t use either of these (my list of friends is zero), so no one sees them. It is like using a flashlight without batteries. It’s a nice idea, but it doesn’t produce an results.
So, what’s the bottom line? If I were to sum it all up, where would I say I am. Well, I still get excited when a new thought crosses my mind and I can’t wait to get home and write about it. I still enjoy the comments from my friends. I still value this golden thread that ties me to the world. And I still like to laugh and love and live and if, just if, I can do that with my heart, my head, and my fingers, then so be it. I think I’m good for another year.