Or at least 1000 posts.

I know. I’m all about the milestones.

Today marks my 1000th post on this here little experiment. Of course, that counts even the lame ones (like this, this, this and this to point you to just a few examples of my ability to be lame.) (Note: this list is NOT exhaustive.)

Sometimes I posted more than once a day, so it doesn’t even equate to 1000 days. Actually, I’ve been at this for about three and a half years. Not much by some of your measures, and an old hat by others.

As all good reflection posts should do, I’d like to recount that I started this journal making for myself and not for anyone else. At least that’s what I told myself. It was a month after my then-husband and I split (but a couple of weeks before I made him leave the house), a few days after The Election of Infamy (as I like to call it) and I decided I needed to take my therapist’s advice and journal.

But my mind thinks faster than my hand can write and I type fast. So I wanted to journal with my computer. I decided to give this emerging thing called “blogging” a chance.

I didn’t really think anyone would find my little corner of the blogosphere. In fact I used my real name for the first year. Until I learned what happened to Dooce. Then I began to worry about whether, as someone who works in the church, I was putting myself at risk. So I went under a pseudonym (which you can read all about here.)

And there were the several changes of address as I became more and more in-love with this form of writing letters to myself, with witnesses. Several of you have followed me around. Abbagirl74, for one started with me back at the old blogspot location.

You are all a little community of people I’ve grown to love and appreciate; when you are supportive and when you kick my ass. I appreciate when you weigh in. I wonder about your days and how things are going for you and I know I don’t tell you enough how a little note from you when I’ve written about a rough patch, can really brighten my day.

So I feel it only fair to let you know what I did yesterday that might affect things around here. I hope it all works out OK, and probably I’m making completely too big a deal out of it.

I have a myspace page only to check up on DS1 and DS2 and make sure they aren’t out scoring meth and unsavory sexual relations with their pages. But I am also “friends” with a few people from the coffee shop and the site for GolfPro’s old band.

The reason I mention it is that it is possible that people that I know in the “meat world” (to borrow a phrase from DCup) will wander over here. I hope they join the conversation and the fun. I’m a little nervous about what they may think about all this here. I think the fact that I even have this place with it’s custom made template and 1000 posts will give them a perspective on me they may not have considered before. And of course, I hope that is a positive, but I can’t really predict that with any certainty.

I guess it comes down to feeling healthy enough to be integrated in my various circles. There’s not really anything I’ve written here over the last 3+ years that’s anything radically different than how I think I present myself to the world. There’s just MORE of it. Because as you know, I can be wordy.

And also, in the area of inappropriate self-disclosure, I disclose all here. Or mostly all. There are a few salacious details I won’t put here. But mostly I believe that shining the bright light of day on something is a healthy thing to do. Not so much of the inner angst gets shared with everyone in the meat world. Mostly because I try to contain my self-absorption to these pages.

I hope people realize that by using initials and nicknames I’ve been trying to protect their identity. But I realize that for those that know me will have little trouble figuring out who various characters are.

And if you’re here stalking (Hi, AR!) be sure and avail yourself of the search function and search on your suspected nickname and/or initials.

If you’re not sure what your nickname would be, shoot me an email. I may decide to give you a clue. Or not. — — —
A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…No other posts on this day.

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…No other posts on this day.

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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…No other posts on this day.

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