First: last week's engagement blog was the most well-and-widely read to date, topping out at just shy of 420 views! I am, quite frankly, a little flabbergasted. And pretty convinced it will be hard to ever reach similar numbers. It's not every day I get engaged, after all. (So far, just twice, and I hope to keep it that way.)
Second: I've been blogging for a year! July 10th marked my one-year blog-iversary. That baby of a blog was written as I was coming off celebrating a year since my ex-husband moved out and as I was still decidedly new at working full-time for Fish Eye Fun. It was short and hesitant and I obviously had no idea what I was doing. It was the literary equivalent of me sticking a toe in the water to see how cold it was. I had no idea what this blog would be.
And really, I still don't.
Because I don't think I ever would have dreamed that I would write about what I have in this past year. My original vision for my blog was something much more frivolous and superficial because I didn't think I could possibly talk about the truth. Talking about shopping and clothes and books would be much easier, and surely more accessible. After all, who would want to hear about my life week after week? I'm not that exciting. I'm a divorced introvert who still carries far too much baggage for her own liking. I work all the time and spend the rest of the time with my boyfriend. What's readable about that?
I never thought I'd be able to keep up with blogging every week (well, almost every week). I definitely didn't think my boyfriend (fiancé, whatever) would be going around passing out my blog address to everyone on his route! I didn't think people I knew in passing would comment or reach out to me after something I wrote.
So. One year later.
Obviously, I'm engaged.
And obviously I've been gainfully employed for over a year.
But also, it's been two years since my ex moved out.
I've destroyed my wedding dress.
I got a new furnace, bought a washer and dryer, bought a mattress, and fixed my car.
I went to Mexico.
I turned 31.
I've been spending my free weekends playing step-mommy. And enjoying it more than I ever thought I would, to be honest.
I've eaten a lot of nachos. I've read not-enough books. I've gained new friends and lost some who were apparently never really friends to begin with. I've traveled back and forth across the Midwest, both for work and for fun. I've gone to a few shows, and tried to be as social as I can. I've been unapologetic about my life and what I want to do or not do.
A lot happens in a year. I'm not the person I was a year ago, in many ways. I'm snarkier, happier, friendlier, and more honestly... me. I'm less willing to put up with bullshit. I like the person I am, and I like where this year has led.
Where things are going from here? I have absolutely no idea.
As I said, I'm still not entirely certain where this blog is going. I rarely know what I'm going to blog about from one week to the next, much less what I'll be talking about in another year.
As for me? There are obviously a lot of changes on the horizon. Right now I'm still getting used to this sharp, shiny ring on my finger and we're not even remotely discussing an actual date. I have absolutely no idea what the next year will hold, but I know that I'm definitely looking forward to whatever it is!
I'll be sure to write about it, naturally. And you're welcome to read along, if you like!