Today is my two year blogiversary. And, as with any anniversary, I am looking through the old photo albums -- err, archives -- and reminiscing.
I still remember finding this crazyass world. I'd been participating on an iVillage board and someone posted a link to her blog. From there, I clicked and clicked and clicked some more. Then I opened up shop here at Sitting Still and the rest, as they say, is history.
Last year around this time I was struggling with blog identity, searching for a better voice, or a theme, or something that would pull all of this together. It hasn't happened. This is me. I'm still searching, but it's not for my voice. I think I've found it, and now I just intend to keep singing.
(Not literally. I promise not to post any audioblogs of that. Oh dear, no.)
(And I might change my mind about that last statement, too. You never know. I'm wildly unpredictable like that.)
I remember starting out. I still feel that certain zing! you get when someone comments. I still blush when I click over for the first time to a new site and find myself linked there. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's so fun. Isn't it?
In the spirit of that, here are just a few of the people I've discovered:
Slick Sum Bich delurked this month and wins the prize of "Most Unlikely Reader EVER".
Shawnee recently introduced herself and is a new crush of mine. She reminds me of me, pre-kid, which should automatically make her run scared. And? She's in the midst of moving hell. Misery loves company, my dear.
Jaxter has enough pets for all of us. I'm loving this new find.
Shelly at Adventures of a Breastfeeding Mother is fabulous. Go say hi.
Amanda sent me an e-mail when she started her blog saying I was "one of her favorite bloggers." (NOTE: Flattery will get you everywhere around here.) For months I tried to figure out if she was really that nice or just faking it. So far, I'm still going with the former.
If I lived closer to Mari, we could be running partners in real life and open a successful bookstore together. If I lived closer to Nat, I would get to feel really tall all the time. And if I lived closer to Elaine, I might finally get to make out with her, as I've threatened so many times.
But I live in Nashville, where there is this wonderful if wacky local blogging community. Nashville is Talking has pointed me in the direction of quite a number of lovely bloggers, including JAG, Linda, Shauna, Malia, and Aunt B.
THANKS. Thanks to everyone who reads and comments and lurks. Thanks to those who click over from random Google searches for no apparent good reason. Thanks to those experiences that remind me that there is a dark side, and to be careful. Thanks to my husband and daughter and friends for making me think and making me laugh and letting me tell the whole world about it.
This blogging gig? It's still fun.