They say the first year of anything—marriage, parenthood, moving home after living abroad—is said to be the hardest.
I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I assume their theory has something to do with all those long, sleepless nights.
And while I’ve not yet dipped my toe into the grown-up world of marriage or babies, today I am celebrating the first birthday of my own labor of love.
It has been 365 days since I took a deep breath and with the click of a mouse published my first post on Blonde Ambition.
It hasn’t always been easy; there have been times when I suffered writer’s block, when I wondered if I was just a bit boring (yes) or when WordPress played hide and seek with my revisions (where the h*ll is it? You stupid computer!).
But I am so thankful to those who encouraged me throw open the windows to my quirky little world so everyone, including those people I really don’t like but haven’t worked out how to block—you know who you are—can peer inside.
This blog is my online home.
Except that unlike my ‘real’ home, I’d actually really like people to visit—you can even stay for a while, have a look around, maybe comment on a post or two.
It’s not that I shy away from visitors in my ‘real’ home (well, only a little bit) but mostly it’s because when I’m home alone, I can fly my little freak flag to my heart’s content.
Like on Sunday night; I was chilling out on the couch watching TV when a piece of my wet hair fell in my eye and I thought it was a spider, freaked out, smacked myself in the eye and fell off the couch.
It was an attack of the frightening hair spider!
(I know you’re laughing.)
I share this meaningless anecdote with you as proof that when it comes to functioning like a proper adult, I’m not quite there yet.
Or maybe I am and this is as good as it’s going to get.
Which is why I hope that is why you keep coming back, because deep down, everyone’s a little bit freaky or weird or quirky.
So, for those who didn’t see my 10,000 hits post, thanks for reading and come and visit again soon (just be sure to wipe your feet on the way in as vacuuming this place takes FOREVER).
May the year ahead be as fortunate for you as the past 12 months have been for me.
Must go now —I have to go complete my fancy new exercise regime of dancing around my lounge room to LMFAO.
“Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah.”
Editor’s note: If you want one of my fancy fortune cookies, comment below. Just kidding, you’ll actually have to make them yourself. Simply grab a box of fortune cookies, dip the ends in melted chocolate and coat with your favorite sprinkles!
