Surprise, I’m addicted to my blog. It has only been barely 2 months since I made it and I’ve already posted 100 times. Is that obsession? Quite possibly. It is 1.53 posts per day. How did I manage that one?
It’s always surprising to look at how many times I’ve posted, why? Because I wouldn’t have guessed that I had so much to say. Maybe I’ve been repeating myself or not even making sense in 90% of these posts. Some of them were probably pure nonsense. But I would like to think that at least 10 of them have been worthwhile and read worthy.
Do you remember in First Grade when there was the 100th day of school? And we all had to do something that had to do with the number 100?
Well my project was I made a picture of myself, but instead of using paint or markers, I used jelly beans. And we glued them on the poster board with icing (I have a fun mother). There was supposed to be 100 jelly beans, but I accidentally put a lot more than that. I remember as I was presenting it to my First Grade class one of the jelly beans fell off. It was a red one. How do I remember the colour? I have no freaking clue. But it was red. It fell off during my presentation, because apparently icing isn’t as adhesive as real glue. So I reached down, picked up the red jelly bean and plopped it into my mouth.
I remember my teach freaking out. “OH NO! NOW THERE IS ONLY 99 JELLY BEANS! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT!”
Imagine my predicament. I was stuck between two evils. Evil Number One: Apparently I just ate my 100th Jelly Bean in front of everyone and my teach was upset. OR Evil Number Two: Admitting that there weren’t really 100 jelly beans and that I didn’t follow directions.
So standing there with my poster board in the middle of my presentation, debating between which one I should do, embarrassed in front of my first grade class (who of course turned out to be EXTREMELY important people in my life). I was even too scared to swallow the recently chewed jelly bean.
What’s a 7-year-old to do in this situation? I sat down. In the middle of my presentation of my 100 jelly bean poster. I sat down and buried my head in my lap and cried. Did anyone notice me crying? No. I was too important that they knew to leave me alone to my emotions.
These are all life changing experiences that have shaped me into the person I am today. Subconsciously I have never liked the number 100 after that.
So here I sit. 100 posts. 8 drafts. Exactly 2000 views (Weird how that works out). 5 subscribers. 86 comments. 311 tags. 4 different categories. And a whole lot of words.
After all this I wonder if making a blog was a good idea. I am now branded on Google if someone decided to Google me. My thoughts are public knowledge, out there for the whole world to see. That’s a terribly responsibility. Sometimes I have bad thoughts. I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t regretted posting about some of the things I have. Others not so much. But there have been a few deleted from my blog.
So is my blog a success so far? I would have to say yes. I’m still enjoying it and I still have things to say.