Ten years ago next month, I started this blog. Honestly, I can’t believe it’s been 10 years and I’ve kept it up. Like a lot of my projects, it’s waxed and waned throughout the years, but it’s remained and I’m proud that over 152 posts later, I’m still at it. I’ve been spending time the past few days rereading some of my earlier posts, with equal amounts of pride and embarrassment. I have my favorites and others I wished had never been published, but they were and I won’t delete them (perhaps an edit or two) as they are as relevant and important as the ones that I hold dear. There are some posts that still make me cry because I can remember how vulnerable and even broken I was when I wrote them and others that make me laugh or shake my head or cringe at how often I used adverbs, the bane of any writing teacher’s existence.
So, what was the inspiration, the impetus, the drive or the idea that started this whole posting on a blog thing anyway? Well, I’ll tell you and it wasn’t my idea. It was my dear friend Susie’s, who I’ve called my best friend since we were 15 years old, who came up with the idea. I would write essays and send them to her periodically because I loved to write and loved to share what I had written even more. She suggested I start a blog. I thought she was crazy. I told her I didn’t think anyone would want to read my essays and by putting them out there, it felt too much like bragging. She told me I had one reader. She would read them. She added that having a blog would be a great way to store all of my writing. Everything all in one place. And so I took her idea and ran with it, well, not exactly ran, but walked fast, but with hesitancy. My son, Grant, did the technical work and the design and I started writing. I was in Frisco, Colorado when I started making posts and I wrote like a mad woman, finally with a place to put all of my words, although I became very picky about what I’d share, ( thankfully), only publishing my favorites.
I remember sitting in what had become my writing chair, with beautiful views of Buffalo Mountain as my vista while I typed my thoughts into my new, not yet named, blog. When I read my first few posts a few days ago, it took me right back to the time, the place, the view and even the chair I was sitting in. I finally had an outlet for the essays I had been writing for decades. It was like an artist at long last procuring a studio with natural light pouring in through the windows. I was beyond thrilled. I had a space, a platform and a view of the mountains to boot. I certainly didn’t think that 10 years later and no longer living part time in the mountains of Frisco, Colorado, with a views so beautiful it seemed like they are just showing off, that I’d still be adding to the site that was started with so much reluctance and trepidation. I still have the chair, but have added a desk to the mix where I sit and do most of my writing. The chair has become more of a contemplation station, a compliment to the desk.
Thank you to my dear friend, Susie, for believing in me and being my first reader and to my family who quickly followed suit. And to all of you who have read one or all (and I hope if it was just one that it wasn’t the one that makes me cringe on the reread), thank you. It touches me deeply when I think of people I don’t even know taking time to read what I’ve written.
In rereading so many of my posts, I’ve decided to recycle a few for the next month or two, or until I get tired of it. I’ll call it an anniversary gift to myself, posting my favorites – the ones that highlighted a time in my life that needed to be captured, not only in photographs, but also in words.