You know you’ve been blogging for a while when you realize that you missed a blogging anniversary, by two weeks no less. Especially when you look back and see how you celebrated your first two anniversaries (giveaways, linkups, excited announcements, OMG-ing).
Three years does not seem like a long time in the blogging world, because there are so many more bloggers who have been around 5, 6, 7, 10 years, and are still going strong (do they remember their blogging anniversaries?).
It’s long enough for me though, to realize that I can’t quite imagine life before blogging. What did I do with my time? How did I get by, not writing my thoughts down?
All I know is that I’ve published 531 posts on this blog in its different incarnations, and another 100, maybe 150 posts on other blogs and websites. I’ve had the privilege of reading at least 50,000 comments on all my posts, and made as many comments in response. I’ve probably written thousands of comments on other blogs, some of which don’t exist anymore (sadly). I’ve read hundreds, maybe a thousand blogs since I started blogging. I’ve met incredible writers, photographers, cooks, wives, mothers, sisters, daughters and come to call many friends.
I’ve started and stopped various series on this blog (sometimes, you have to know when to let things go). I’ve changed the design many, many times (and this is my favorite one). I’ve changed the name once, moved blogging platforms, and on WordPress itself, have tried three different themes. I’ve started a business and have had such great support, and in turn, I’ve supported many of my blogging friends’ endeavours, from book writing and publishing, to show producing. In some cases, I’ve had the privilege and honour of a front row seat, watching these undertakings bloom from mere ideas to full-fledged successes.
My writing is different from when I first started. I like to think I’ve found my voice and style (even if linguistically, there are issues with verbs, adverbs and what-not). I’ve tried writing fiction and know that I can’t go that way. I know now when and how I write best, and I can finally call myself a writer without cringing.
I’ve found the motivation to pursue a lifelong passion for photography. I’m nowhere near good, but I pick up my camera daily and shoot. That is something.
Three years ago, my only child was 15 months old. He is now 4, and has a nearly-2 year old younger brother. He is going to be a big brother again in less than 6 months, to two new siblings.
In three years, my world horizon has expanded, my friend list diversified, my family grown, my passions reignited, my writing voice found.
What a ride.