Wow. If anyone cares to check, you'll see the date I created this blog was a year ago. Just look at all the blogging I've done in that time. Pathetic.
I had grand plans a year ago to use blogging as a creative outlet, keep in touch with friends and family, maybe meet some new people along the way. And now here I am a year later, no posts to my name, and -- ironically -- no longer the Night Owl I used to be. (If you knew me -- you know, because I'd been BLOGGING this past year -- you'd be shocked. I still am.) That's not to say I head to bed at 8 pm and get up at o'dark:30, but I'm also not staying up until 3 am on weekends just because I can. A lot can change in a year.
Part of my reluctance to start blogging was thinking that the first post (ahem ... this one) had to be perfect, articulate, funny, life-changing, holy-cow-I'm-gonna-follow-this-blog-because-it's-so-damn-good good. No pressure there. This, as we've seen, has turned into a year of thinking about blogging but never getting up the nerve. There've even been times over the past year when something would happen and I'd say to myself "Hey, I should write about that! But wait ... I haven't created that first blog-post-to-end-all-blog-posts, so nevermind, I guess."
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only person with this adorable idiosyncrasy, so in an effort to encourage other like-minded-yet-reticent bloggers out there, I've decided to go ahead and publish my first less-than-perfect, kind-of-articulate-but-not-that-funny, no-point-to-it-really-except-to-just-do-it-already blog post. Fingers crossed it won't take me a year to write the next one.