It is my 100th blog entry.
100 opportunities of spewing my opinion and sharing the fun things of life. And this is how I celebrated.
Yesterday, on the way home from work I began thinking about what I would write. I wanted to keep from being too sentimental, too “yeah me,” too philosophical on what blogging life is for me.
I thought about waxing on how the numbers can get me going everyday, how glad I am to have gotten over 3000 hits, and that I wish more people would begin to comment. But then at the stop light there was this big pick-up truck with two teenage boys laughing.
I looked at them and they looked at me just grinning as the driver revved the engine. I didn’t mean to take it as a dare. But when the light turned green I opened it up and took off. I swear the car might have lifted and pawed into the air.
I was moving ahead of the pick-up when the boys realized what was happening. No self-respecting teenage boy lets a Saturn four-door sedan driven by a mom pass them up. So they kicked it a little higher and their engine growled a little louder. That is when I put the gas pedal to the floor.
I was still ahead of them when their engine made one last rumble. I knew it was over and they were going to pass me. Except a red light and a line of cars were in front of us. Neither of us wanted to play chicken with other people’s lives. So we slowed down and made normal stops.
It was a stupid and irresponsible act on my part. The guilt grew when a state police car started to follow me. Then I remembered that the headquarters for the state police was in the same direction I was going. Suddenly, I could not remember the speed limit. Was it 45 or 55 in this section of road that was not quite country, not quite city.
So I did what most moms do, played it safe at around 48 until he turned off to go back to headquarters. Yet, every part of me enjoyed that moment of feeling the car trying to go faster, move into another gear.
Quite frankly, that could be a metaphor of my life. I began blogging to make myself write after losing a job that I loved. I may have hated my boss and it was time to leave but the actual work I enjoyed. In blogging, I force myself to learn how to take and put up pictures, write on a variety of topics and explore other blogs.
I have read other people’s work and read articles on how to attract regular visitors. I took cues from what people read the most and adapted some of my posts to those topics specifically.
So where does one go from here? In the words of Albus Dumbledore, one goes on. Who knows where that is or where it leads. I am ready to end the pity party, to move on, to get things in order to start something new.
Are you willing to come along for the ride?
Count me in! I loved that story you shared about racing those teenage boys with your Saturn! I have found that it’s very important to be yourself on your blog. And put yourself out there by sharing these fun stories that put your emotions on the edge or made you a tad uncomfortable… cuz we all have those moments. And keep on keeping on!
forgot to say congratulations on your 100th post!
Thank you! And thanks for affirming what I have felt, that I am on the right track in this adventure.
Oh, congratulations on your 100th post. I just had my first anniversary on my personal blog and it felt really good to have met the commitment to blog regularly. And yes, it seems like you are just on the right track.
Congratulations on the big 100!! I think even greater congratulations are in order for following your heart! Keep up the good work! I love reading your blog.
Kim
Kim,
Let me just say that the feeling is mutual. I check your site often, waiting for the next bit of great writing.
Just stumbled on your blog. The fact that you quoted Albus Dumbledore means that you made-of-awesome, (in the Book of Penny, anyway). Congrats on the 100th post. 🙂 And congrats for not getting pulled over.
Penny
Thanks. I think not getting pulled over was the biggest accomplishment of the day.
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100! YAY!
Congrats, but 3,000 hits! That is way impressive. Well done YOU!
I would like to say I do not obsess about the numbers but I do. It gets worse when I go to blogs that have my same life span and are more populated. I look at them and begin analyzing the whys. That is why I make myself leave it alone on the weekends. Although it is Friday and here I am. Friday night doesn’t count, nor does Sunday night. Anyway, thanks for stopping in and leaving a note. 😉
Great post! And your comments to me today were so true. Thanks for stopping by http://www.babycross.wordpress.com. God bless. xo
Sorry I am late on this one–congrats on your 100. That is fantastic.
No, thank you for stopping by today.