The sixth birthday of this blog was two days ago. In a coincidence I’ll always see as rather fitting, that was also the birthday of my late father.
A six-year milestone is a pretty big achievement, one that possibly deserves more of an investigation, or probing, than I’m going to go into today, although there are a few points I want to mention.
Anyone who’s been blogging longer than a few years will tell you that the two-year mark is quite a difficult transition to work through – perhaps it’s the proverbial puberty stage. I think this is especially the case with those who make their blog their Number One priority: its the lens through which they see their lives and how it is being conveyed to others (either good, bad, stylised, false/true/close enough to truth).
It’s an investment; it’s an albatross around the neck. It’s a lifeline; it’s a time-suck.
Five years was another landmark point, although I don’t think I really realised that at the time. It only became apparent once I launched my living list. It was almost a feeling of relief to have conceived, reflected, chosen and – significantly – made public certain goals. Lots of other blogging scraps and pieces, fights and disappointments, drifted back, fading in importance. I had a vision, and that was going to be my focus. I’d recommend anyone else to do the same. It helps. Doesn’t ‘fix’ everything, but it will be waiting for you like a touchstone.
Then 2012 rolled in. Life happened. Big life stuff.
I’m having surgery in two weeks for both – two birds, a stone, etc – and I’m nervous (but more on that another day).
More will happen: my, no, our passports are going to get another stamp before long.
But first… this is going to happen:
I’ll post more details soon.