Either way, one thousand times I have made some form of entry into the land of the blog. It's not good or bad. It just is. Since 2005, I've found reason to write something. Or, at least re-post something. It is a milestone.
Everyone has milestones. What you deem as a milestone depends on who you are, where you live, your culture, in what circumstances you find yourself.
Your first step.
Your first birthday.
Potty training.
Riding your bike without training wheels.
Starting school.
Your first boyfriend/girlfriend.
Your first menstrual cycle.
Sweet Sixteen.
Quinceanera if you are Hispanic.
Bar Mitzvah if you are Jewish.
Getting your driver's license.
Starting your first job.
Your first break-up.
Graduating from high school.
Turning 21.
Milestones are big and small, many or few. They are as varied as the people who experience them.
Some will marry...
some divorce...
some single, by choice or circumstance.
Some will have a baby....
others will adopt a child...
some will remain childless...
some will get a pet and call them fur babies.
The car odometer crosses 99,999.
There are loves and losses, achievements and victories.
You turn thirty.... or 40... or 50....
Meeting that weight loss goal.
Finishing that 5K without vomiting, having a heart attack or loss of limb.
The Silver Anniversary.
Donning your first pair of reading glasses (when did print get so little and blurry?).
Joining AARP.
Your first colonoscopy. (Did you think I wouldn't count this as a milestone?)
Retirement (for the lucky or the brave or those who had a good adviser).
The Golden Anniversary.
That said, not all milestones are pleasant or happy or invited or expected. It can get pretty dark in the milestone department.
Getting fired.
That ugly breakup.Losing independence.
Loss of health.
The loss of a loved one.
For our warrior, her first chemotherapy "treatment" is tomorrow. That is a milestone none of us wants to experience.
The end of the last chemo treatment will be a milestone. I assume a much happier one.
For this celebratory blog, I shall not dwell on the intense, the dark, the painful milestones-- but, you get the drift.One thousand blog entries in the Addiverse... a very personal milestone. Over the years, my babbling of no redeeming value has brought you dogs, the Packers, injuries, surgeries, friends, family, poop, vehicles, jobs, tattoos, ice cream, politicians, bodily functions, Jillian Michaels, vacations, tampons, anniversaries, birthdays, and even an entry on properly-fitting bras.
To put this in perspective, the Simpsons is current at (approximately) 675 episodes in a thirty season span. While that isn't exactly relevant to the blog, it does allow me to say that I even talked about the Simpsons in one blog entry.
I have favorite blog entries.
I have a whole pile of them I'd like to delete.
I have poignant entries and judgmental entries.
There is heart-felt, heartache, and heartless.
One thousand entries of which demonstrate what a scary place it is to live within me brain.
Blogging has given way to video blogs or to making oodles of money through sponsorship. If I were cute or younger or both, I'd probably go the video blog route. Not today, Satan. I'm going to keep blogging until I can blog no more.I started blogging as therapy. It worked really, really well--for me, at least. It's free, it's available any time some form of internet-abled electronic device is within reach and it's selfish. Very selfish. Who doesn't like selfish?
I still need therapy so I best keep blogging. When I no longer need therapy, it will be a milestone and I can stop blogging. Hmmmm, that should be in about..... thirty five years? By then, no one will even know what a blog is... kind of like the manual typewriter and the rotary phone. The blog will be lost in the ozone of ridiculousness and mundane. Its entries will scatter in the wind, just like my ashes will eventually scatter over the softball field at Rockford College.
Thank you for being on this ride with me. May we out-survive the Simpsons.
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