Do you know what happened on this day, three years ago?
Maybe you do, but that's probably only because I post about this every year, not because you were there. ;-) None of you were there. The only people who were there were me and my sister Sadie. I still remember the day, and how revolutionary it seemed to me -- my excitement as I picked out my first Blogger profile picture, the giddiness I felt, how I held my breath and clicked Create Blog. And thus started a new, long-awaited, in many ways unexpected journey in my life.
Yes, friends! Today marks the third anniversary of This Blog. (Which, when I started it, was called For the Beauty of the Earth and got renamed A Lantern In Her Hand in August of 2014 without asking anyone's permission or consent.) Three years ago today, I 'took the plunge' into a new world -- a world that meant, for me, countless period dramas, life lessons in creative writing, and the meeting of so many friends that my head is still spinning with the reality. (Really, my head is spinning with all this. Like the genie in Aladdin. It's spinning all the way around. You don't believe me, do you?)
Maybe this sounds a little over-dramatic to you. (It is perhaps true I have always had a tendency in that direction. ;-)) But honestly, blogging has had such an impact in my life -- an impact I never would have imagined. Yes, I was wildly excited when I began this blog, but I really had no idea where it would lead me. I had no idea so many people would start to read it, and actually like it, and stick around for more. (Seriously, you guys amaze me.) I had no idea I'd get so good at it, to be honest, or ever come out of that shy-beginning-blogger stage where everyone else seemed so high above me and I was merely a little toad longing for attention. (I have come out of this stage, thankfully.) I had no idea I'd meet so many wonderful people, and NO idea they would become such dear friends to me. And not just internet-friends -- real friends.
I love blogging. I'm so glad I started, and I don't foresee a time when I shall give it up. (Unless I have to. Or unless I move to a remote mountain range where there is no internet access and take up yak farming. But fear not, that probably won't happen.) Who knows, I might still be here when I'm eighty-four, still writing on. And I probably still won't have gotten over Matthew Crawley's death by then either.
ANYWAY. To commemorate, I've decided to compile a list
of books to read of all the things that never would have happened if I'd never started this blog; all the things I would have missed, and all the things I'd never have learned about.
~ One thing is for sure, I DEFINITELY wouldn't be as good of a writer as I am now. (Seriously, have you read my first posts??? *shudders*) In many ways, this blog has been one big long writing exercise. My poor readers have seen it all -- the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think I've grown extensively in these three years, and writing is just one of those areas, but it's a BIG one (because, y'know, that's what I do).
~ I probably wouldn't know what Goodreads is, and thus would never have found my beloved Williamsburg series (which PERISH THE THOUGHT) or Celia Garth, or so many other books I've discovered through that Wonderful Online Metropolis of Books.
~ I would have no online life whatsoever. Ha. Ha.
~ I wouldn't know all these hip terms like 'feels' and 'ship' and 'fangirl'.
~ I would have nowhere to vent all my feelings in writing and probably would have exploded by this time.
~ I never would have been prompted to watch a lot of movies I otherwise wouldn't have touched. Seriously, romantic comedies? Me four years ago: YUCK. Now? YEAH, BABY.
~ My imagination would not have so much fuel as it does now, through reading the musings of other imaginative people and hearing about their escapades. The stories of my life have been richly expanded by all the blogs I read.
~ Where would I get all this inspiration?! If I didn't read writing blogs-- and didn't write one myself -- I would be missing out on all this encouragement and inspiration I get from other writers. I would be so dull. I'd probably still be writing about orphans and little girls in Sweden who go to school, dig potatoes and not much else. (#insidejoke) (Wow, I do believe that's the first time I've EVER used a hashtag!)
~ It's very likely I wouldn't be on Pinterest, and therefore would never have wasted so much of my life browsing through pictures of Downton Abbey and Jeremy Jordan.
~ My fangirly side would be STARVED for company. I wouldn't have all your crazies to bemoan fictional characters' deaths with. *hugs*
~ I wouldn't have so much practice writing book reviews. Or movie reviews. And I'd miss out on all the FUN therein. (And so would you, don't you know it.)
~ In general, I'd be a less-interesting person.
~ If I'd never started blogging, I'd probably still be wanting a blog today. ;-D
~ But here's what would be the saddest thing, if I'd never started blogging:
I wouldn't have all of you.
I wouldn't know what it is to have these crazy-weird-amazing friends. I never would have met my best friend in the whole entire world, or this awesome girl and fellow Robert Duvall fan, or the girl who taught me to write good movie reviews, or my thirty-something friend and western-watching inspiration, or ANY OF YOU. And that, friends, would be a shame. Because if I didn't have you, my life would lose some its color; I'd laugh a little less, be a little more lonely, and I wouldn't have near as much fun.
That's why I'm glad I started blogging. :-D Here's to many more adventures!!!