10 years ago I was sat in a small office in Lewes. I can picture myself there, I remember where my desk was, what my day was like, who I sat next to. Periods of being busy would be followed by sitting and waiting for the phone to ring. The internet was there to be surfed and one day after catching up on a friend’s adventures in Australia and pressing the ‘next blog’ button again and again I hit the ‘Create your own’ button. And in that moment I became a blogger.
I love marking the passing of time. My head works that way. It helps with situations I am worried about too. If there is something I am worried about I always try and use time to put it into perspective ‘in just half a day I will be home again from the dentist’ or ‘in less than one hour this will all be over for another whole six months’. Ten years is such a long time. Blogging is such a part of my life now that it seems strange to think of the beginning.
I want to celebrate this moment properly but right now my head isn’t in the right place. I wanted to try and have a giveaway, make something for a reader, share some old posts. Perhaps write the ten things the ten years of blogging has taught me. I might take a leaf from a wonderful friend and make my birthday celebrations last a month or two. Why rush?