As of today, yes, I do have 7 years behind me.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been doing this blogging thing for so long. And hard to believe how much things have changed, and how much others have stayed the same. Looking back through the old archives, I know that 7-year-ago me would never have thought that she’d be facing 40 and still not have a child. She certainly never would have believed that she’d have to face the cancer thing and go through so many surgeries.
7 years is a long time, and I feel so much older now. Not so much wiser, but older. In some ways, though, I actually feel younger. 7-year-ago me was a lot more boring. She didn’t go out much, she didn’t drink much, she didn’t have any hobbies. I think that, back then, I was still recovering from my wild early 20’s. I know I was trying to fit into a mold of a person I wasn’t, but when I started the blog, I was starting to come out of that. Over the past 7 years, I’ve discovered a lot about who I really am and don’t try to fight it anymore. For the most part, I like me now a lot better than I liked me then.
I know I don’t post anywhere near as much as I used to, but it’s because I don’t have the same intensity in me that I used to. 7-year-ago me was full of passion and drama and ranting. It’s not that I’ve lost my passion for things, but I’ve mellowed. I’m less likely to invite conflct than I used to be, but more likely to d0 something about the things I’m passionate about. Quietly, instead of yelling about it and fooling myself into thinking I’m accomplishing something.
So happy blogiversary to me. Do I have another 7 years in me? Who knows. But for now, I’m happy to keep going, albeit without any regularity.