Happy New Year. To you, and you, and you and especially .. you.
I'm not going to get all mushy and stuff, and try to tell you what you mean to me. I'm sure at one time or another during this last year, I've made that perfectly clear. I hope so. I hope all of you know by now.
So. Happy New Year. To you.
If, on January 1st of 2008, you had told me that I would be posting on my 731st consecutive day of posting on January 1st, 2010, I would have told you, possibly, that you were nuts. Possibly. But I certainly would have treated that particular piece of information with a large measure of incredulity.
On January 1st of 2008 I posted my first entry in Blog365. It was an offshoot of NaBloPoMo from November of 2007. We were supposed to post every day for a year. "One lap around the Sun".
I remember how difficult it seemed at first. I remember how monumental a task it seemed when one looked forward from the middle of January or February, all the way to December 31st. It seemed impossible. But after a while, you would stop looking forward and you'd take it one day at a time and somehow ... somehow it worked and the time went by and then it was Fall, and there was less time left than had gone by and you realized that it was, after all, possible.
I have no idea how many of us started. Sometime in April or May, as I remember, the founder dropped out. Most of the rest were gone by August. There was a handful of us left at the finish line - December 31st. And those of us who were left ... kept on going. But, eventually, even the most steadfast of us fell by the wayside. They still blog, but not with the same frequency. Not every day.
So why, then, do I still blog every day? Why. I'd really like to know.
I have posted every day but one for the last two years - and on that one exception day, I had a guest blogger.
Maybe, after all, it's me that's nuts.
Now. Goals for the year. Because that's what people do on this day:
Lose 40 pounds.
Restart "One Knight's Story".
Paint a nude.
Pick a month to paint a picture a day.
Meet more bloggers.
Learn to like yardwork.
I think those are reasonable goals. And now they're in print.
Happy New Year, my Peeps. I love you all.