I'm a day late, but yesterday marked five years of regular blogging for me. I signed into Blogger for the first time in February of 2003, but after 3 posts, forgot I was doing that thing, and took more than a year to remember again.
(That purple me came from a picture taken at my ordination in 2002, when I had long, long hair.)
On March 15, 2004, I wrote about FAFSA, and the way the step-dad becomes the dad for those forms, something we're exploring now with a different child. I described the way Pure Luck related as daddy to the dogs, both young then, just 2 and not quite 1:
"They plow their tail-wagged bodies into him the way an excited toddler runs to daddy at the end of the day."
I remember loving the writing of that sentence, without thinking then it might be read by others.
Five years later, still writing about dogs and children and church and books and music and marriage, I wonder how much longer blogging will be a thing people do? The time-insensitive means of connecting still takes time, for the composition of thoughts and the reading of paragraphs and the effort of clicking through to comment despite the vagaries of Typepad or Haloscan. We seem to be moving to the 140-character updates of Twitter, the social networking of Facebook, and while I am adapting to those realms, I have loved and continue to love finding jewels of personal expression on the blogs I still read.
Some of my first blogging "friends" are real friends now, familiar faces even if not seen in person frequently. I did not expect that; I'm not sure what I expected. I know blogging became exciting for me because of the personal connections, the sense that I did not live isolated, that other people understood the struggles or the hopes of a clergywoman in a first call and a second marriage with three children at home. Of those friends, some still blog often, while others appear sporadically or have redefined themselves along the way. I'm on my third title, my second blogging platform, and number new friends among the old. I've loved watching friendships and groups form and re-form, loved being part of it.
I'll keep writing, about scripture and knitting and relationships and church, how I am now the mother of an adult and two teenagers, just one dog and two cats, no longer Mommy to anyone, closer to 50 than 40, wondering what the next five years will bring.