Three years ago today I randomly decided to start this blog. (And when I say “randomly” I mean completely out of the blue; like an hour before I did it had no plan to start a blog or really even knew what a blog was.)
Here’s a screenshot of the original YMFT blog page, which lasted for about six months. Anyone remember it?
It was, indeed, a spur of the moment decision, and a moment that I wish I could go back to and whisper to myself about where it would lead.
Actually, never mind.
I’d have peed my pants.
Two years ago I wrote these words, among others, on the blog’s one year anniversary (for the full post click here):
A year ago I couldn’t imagine the spot I’d be in now.
I write words that more than a couple of hundred people read (on occasion) that make them smile, laugh, share and maybe even relate to. That is crazy.
And little by little, I’ve begun to feel like I’m maybe more than just a mom (a job that shouldn’t be prefaced by the word “just”, I realize, but in this case you hopefully get what I mean), and that I actually do have a brain that can process things other than Target lists or rehearsal schedules.
And even though I’m still working on being able to say this without over explaining or making self deprecating remarks (something I’ve struggled with forever), I now – one year later – call myself a writer.
I kind of wish I could go back to that moment and whisper to myself where the next couple of years would take me.
Again with the pee.
It’s still hard for me to comprehend where that spontaneous decision three years ago has led me. Each year on this date I know I’ve said that same thing—which makes me a little bit apprehensive about what the coming year will bring—but it’s true. From published essays in real books to writing for the TV Recaps page on Entertainment Weekly, that impromptu decision was one that I’m so thankful I made, even if I did make it for frivolous reasons.
Three years. It seems like yesterday, and then it doesn’t.
Three years ago Thing 1 was in 10th grade and we were just starting to think about touring colleges.
Three years ago Thing 2 was still in elementary school and was about 8″ shorter and 8 years more innocent.
Three years ago I had less insomnia, better eyesight, and no idea what a CMS, URL, or SEO was.
Three years ago things were a lot calmer in my life, but a lot less exciting.
I’ll admit, over the past year the blog has had to take a back seat to my paying job with EW (because cute new boots don’t buy themselves, and because EW), but it’s still my source of release and my biggest form of therapy. (I mean, surely all of you know you’re my therapists by now, right?) From helping my younger daughter navigate the murky waters of puberty to facing my fears of tackling a new (and very intimidating) job to surviving the process of my older daughter flying the nest, sharing my stories this past year has been—as always—my best coping mechanism.
Which leads me to the best thing that’s happened over the past three years:
I now know all of you.
So cheers to YMFT, cheers to three more years, and cheers to you.
Thanks for reading.
And because I cannot celebrate a milestone without reflection, here are some of my favorite posts from the past year: