Blogs have birthdays, too.
Note: I’ve decided to stop saying things like “I’ve been such a terrible blogger lately!” and “I’ll do better, I promise!” I’m starting to realize that I’ll have this space, or at least one like it, for the long haul. What’s that saying about how it’s a marathon and not a sprint? Anyway, I’m really starting to be okay with blogging when I have time — or, gasp, when I want to — and not letting myself stress out about it when I don’t. I’m a busy girl and have lots on my plate right now. Sometimes, I have “time to blog” but choose to spend that time watching Parks and Rec on Netflix, which is a better choice for my mental health (also, I love me some Ron Swanson). Sometimes, I have “time to blog” but choose to not spend that time glued to a computer screen, since I am glued to a screen for about 10+ hours a day as it is. All of this to say, I am going to keep on truckin’…but be kinder to myself while doing so. Maybe one day I will have time to blog regularly again, but today is not that day. So from now on, I’ll just start posts as though we’re all pleasantly surprised I remembered my own login and password (because I know I am) and go from there.
Oh, LfT. You’re 4 today. I looked back on last year’s post and not much has changed. I’m still working a lot. I’m still exhausted. I still plan to celebrate with cupcakes and champagne. But, in saying that, so much has changed. This time last year, we were still in Texas, getting ready to pack up and move to Louisiana. Michael was about to graduate with his master’s. I was taking the semester off from grad school and working two jobs to give him a break. I had just started taking freelance social media clients and writing jobs.
Today, we’ve been in Louisiana for almost a year (I believe June 1st is the official date). I’ve been earning the better part of my income from freelance work for over a year — that is incredible to me. I never thought that was something I could achieve, but this year has been full of surprises. I have made actual money, and good money for that matter, as a writer, which is very exciting. I have completed almost 2 semesters of a graduate program that has stretched and challenged me in ways I never thought I could be stretched and challenged, and it has made me a better person — which, in turn, will make me a better counselor. I’ve made amazing new friends, developed deeper relationships with old friends, spent quality time with family, and found new ways to fall in love with my husband. I’ve learned to let go of a lot of the small things, because life is too short to be mad over that which I have zero control.
I love looking back on chunks of time. When you’re in the midst of things, it’s easy to lose the beauty in the mundane. When I look back, I can see the good so clearly. I mean, I remember the bad, but it’s a bit fuzzy around the edges, like the whiteboard at the front of the classroom when I’m not wearing my glasses. I’d have to really focus in to remember, and it’s not worth the headache. Instead, I’ll hold tightly to the positive, and keep it close to my heart. Hopefully, it will help me through this next chunk of time. (Groan. Finals are coming.)
Oh, Mishka posted this to Facebook earlier, and it reminded me that today was my blog’s birthday. I guess April 25th really is the perfect date.
I have one of those faces that people seem to love to compare to random celebrities. I have gotten everyone from Cameron Diaz (happened a lot when we were both younger) to Julia Stiles (thank you, toothless guy at a gas station) to iJustine to Candice Swanepoel (my personal favorite) to random indie musicians and actresses whose names I can’t remember. Most of the time, I take these comparisons as compliments and move on with my life. But every once in awhile, someone will come up to me with A Look on his/her face and I know what he/she is going to say. “You know who you look like?” For some reason, I can always tell when it’s going to be this particular person. I don’t know why. “Miss Rhode Island from Miss Congeniality!” It doesn’t happen too often, but I’ve gotten it enough times in my life to know there’s gotta be something to it. Also, I never take it as a compliment. Ever. I mean, she’s cute and everything, but she’s also the weirdo in You’ve Got Mail and to be honest, I don’t see the resemblance. Anyway, I didn’t feel that I could post this photo without telling that story. You’re welcome.
Well, we’ve certainly hit a range of emotions on this post, haven’t we? I guess I’ll wrap up by saying: Happy Birthday, LfT. I hope you’re around for at least 4 more years. (You’re going to be around for at least 3, because I paid for hosting through 2016.) Thanks to those of you who show up and read what I write, even when it’s ridiculous and completely inconsistent. I love you guys. Y’all are my jam.
And if you happen to think I look like Miss Rhode Island, by all means, keep it to yourself.
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