I realized a few weeks ago that I've been blogging for six years. It's my anniversary! Woo hoo! *opens champagne* I can't actually drink any alcohol for the next month or so, but it's not very dramatic to raise a glass of water for a toast.
When I started blogging six years ago, it was a way for me to write about my son, so I could remember things he did over the years. Then I remembered how much I loved writing, and blogging became a way for me to be creative. But my blog has become a bit more to me.
Ever since I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my blog has taken on a a bit of a therapeutic bent. I've wanted to share my story, partly out of a need to let others going through cancer know that they are not alone, and partly to keep my own spirits up. A blog is not a journal, and having to focus my thoughts into cohesive sentences for an audience has helped push my writing forward at a time when I might have otherwise fallen into a deep funk. That's been an awesome side effect of having a blog.
It's sort of like my blog was my other "baby", and I've watched it grow from an infant to a healthy six year old, ready to head off to first grade. Only this particular first grader doesn't need any vaccines and didn't have to go through potty training.
It's been an interesting six years of growing and expanding and learning for me. My reason for starting my blog is now eight. I blinked and now, he is reading over my shoulder while I
write. He's also started critiquing my blog offerings, which I'm not
too sure that I like. I suppose that it is only fair, since he features
prominently. He'll be a surly teenager before I know it!