I passed a stone today.
A milestone, that is.
This is my 200th post.
(I had you going for a minute there, didn't I?)
339 days have passed since my very first post on March 3rd, 2008. If you do the math, that means that I have managed to scrape up enough interesting thoughts and amusing stories to merit posting something new every 1.6 days. I find that interesting because I always feel I have nothing to write about. Apparently, that has not been the case.
All week I have been planning out this post. I was excited to turn this corner, feeling as giddy as I had on the day I became a teenager. And yet, now that I am finally here, just as turning 13 lost its shiny appeal before the day was through, I can't remember what I was so excited about. After taking a moment to think about why I feel that way, I realized that having written 200 posts isn't the true accomplishment. The true accomplishment is having all that I have gained during the time I have spent writing those 200 posts: You.
You see, a lot of bloggers out there say that they don't write to please their readers. They write for themselves, to stave off the hunger for it, to make the weight of carrying all those thoughts in one's mind just a little bit lighter. There is this insatiable desire to piece together the chaos when life is turbulent, to relive a memory (either fond or painful), or to just reach out and share with others an experience. I can tell you that yes, I write for those reasons, but I also write for you.
I write here because I want to make you laugh. I want to make you cry. I want to make you think and react and imagine. I want to pull at all of the emotions that make us human, whether they are pleasant or ugly. Most of all, I want to make a connection. No matter how much I write, or what I write about, what would be the point if no one was here to read it? This blog simply would not be without you, and for that I am grateful.
So here I am, 200 posts in. Am I any better at this then when I first started? I'd like to think so, but you are the better judge of that. Does it feel more like work than fun? At times yes, but having to work at something you enjoy doing is not a bad thing. Have I run out of things to write about yet? That remains to be seen, but it sure feels like it sometimes. How I ever made it this far without boring you all to death is nothing short of amazing.
Thanks for staying with me, and for giving me an audience.
Before I let this post go by way of the Publish button, I'd like you all to indulge a request I have: I'd like you to browse through the archives of this blog and find your favorite entry, and post your suggestion with your comment (that includes you too, lurkers). I'll put your suggestion on the new "Reader Favorites" section over on the sidebar. Throughout the past 11 months, I've always been curious as to which ones you like best.