11 Comments posted by Kristi on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 12:00 AM
July 7th was this blog's 5th anniversary.
5 years is a long time.
I think that's officially longer than most marriages last, right? Or at least longer than I thought mine would last. Kidding, of course.
Five years ago, my friend Marie encouraged me to start my own blog. She had just started hers , and after reading it for awhile, writing my own began to seem like a good idea, especially considering that I was a writer in both my personal and professional life. It's natural to post my innermost thoughts on the web rather than keep them squirrelled away in a journal that no one but me reads, right?
Amazingly, there are a handful of you who have been reading this blog since it's beginning (or near its beginning): Christine, Judy, Ramona, Pru, and I'm sure a few others who I am embarrassingly forgetting to mention. I will always be grateful for your friendship and support, especially considering Interrupted Wanderlust has changed radically from the days where I blogged about running and baking bread and lusting for babies. I know I'm not as interesting to read anymore. I am working hard to correct this, but, most days, the hours literally evaporate. This blog has taken a back seat, and this does not make me happy.
To the rest of you who have picked up this blog somewhere over the last several years and read regularly, and to those who may stop by occasionally to see what I'm currently bitching about, I want to thank you as well. I know what busy lives you lead. The fact that you take five or ten minutes out of your day to spend them here, reading my drivel, and sometimes taking the time to comment is no small thing to me.
Every blogger loves comments. For me, the comments are a support system and an advice stream (far different than the steady assvice stream that I get from my family) that I could never duplicate in my "real" life. Thank you for empathizing and giving it to me straight, even when you disagree with what I've written.
At this point, I don't know where this blog is heading. I have no fewer than 20 posts saved in my Drafts folder, waiting to be written. I am pressed for time on an hourly basis, seven days a week, and between my work, my training, my kids, and ignoring the 17 inches of dust coating every inch of my furniture, I am beyond busy. But for now, I'm going to keep writing when I can. I want to and I need to.
Quitting is not an option.