So today is a very special day because as of right now I have officially written 100 BLOG POSTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is exciting. I feel like a little kid who has had too much sugar. I’m pretty psyched that the blog has continued for this long and that I’ve managed to write this much without (I hope) compromising the integrity of the writing itself. Even though I’ve got a long way to go, I’ve learned a ton about blogging and I’ve really enjoyed it thus far. Doesn’t it feel like just yesterday I didn’t even understand how to properly use a tag?
To commemorate the day I thought I’d also make a list in no particular order of things I wish I also had a hundred of:
- paid vacation days
- thousand dollars
- amazing new blog post ideas
- Barnes and Noble gift cards
- student loan discounts
- hours to sleep
- days at the beach
- french fries (I wouldn’t finish but I’d like to see it)
- restaurants in walking distance from my office
- coffee mugs
- straight days to work on a book I’m trying to write
- pairs of shoes
- bundles of yarn
- well-matched outfits
- more likes for my blog’s Facebook page and other social media
- feet of storage in my closet
- flavors of liquid coffee creamer in my office
- extra hours to volunteer
- vouchers for Kennywood (the best amusement park EVER that just happens to be located in western PA)
- views of this post
- offers to write for publications I respect
- years on my domain name agreement
- plane tickets to visit friends scattered across the country
- scarves (one can never have too many)
- phone chargers
- computer techs at my disposal to help me with my technology
- free months of Netflix
- years til my Driver’s license expires
- decent chap sticks
- bobby pins
- stationary cards of different varieties
- days left of my Amazon prime free trial
- tickets to Pittsburgh sporting events
- cases of Sparkling water (I’m addicted)
- more ideas to put on this list because this is my last one
I hope this list gave you a chuckle. Thanks so much for being a fabulous reader and/or subscriber. Here’s to at least 100 more posts!
I’m afraid I don’t really have the words to adequately express all the feelings I feel around Easter, but I feel like this photo captures a lot of the things that I remain, for the time being, unable to articulate:
Happy Easter! He is Risen!
I admit openly to having a flair for the dramatic (you can’t justify owning the amount of scarves I own without attributing it to my artsy streak) but there are a lot of people like me in this world who call themselves writers. Yet there are so many people who make a bigger deal of it than it is. Heaven help you when you encounter a famous writer. I mean it’s really amazing when people resonate with something you wrote or connect with it in a special way. But you didn’t invent the wheel, you just wrote about it. (Perhaps eloquently, but still).
There is certainly a technique to writing, but overly inflated writers who talk about their craft and their struggles as they condescendingly share their secrets with us ordinary folk who aren’t as successful make me roll my eyes.
You should write when you have something to say. You should write when you’re trying to process something. You should write to chronicle your quest for answers. Your writing should be a reflection of who you are in your soul, the person that not everyone gets to see. You should write because you want to, not to change the world. Not to make money. Not to sell a million copies and become famous. (Although I wouldn’t argue with that as a nice side bonus of being a real writer!) I’m just saying there should be a distinction between people who write because they care about their audience and people who write because they want all the world to know their brilliance.
These days I wouldn’t even argue that a large audience denotes a talented writer (I know people with no discernable talent that still have millions of followers on Twitter) Writing should be something that you do for you, it’s a tool of the heart used to tell a story.
Because stories are perhaps the most perpetually binding aspect of the human experience, we are constantly surrounded by stories. When you write you are merely engaging in the unique revelation of something universal that you have observed about life, a glimpse of the truth revealed to you from the greatest Author of all.