Guys, I just realized something. One Awkward Year has a birthday to celebrate! I started this blog in January of 2010 to document one year of my life, in all of its absurdities, and here we still are in January of 2013. Three years later…or is it four? I’m having some math issues…We are three years old but celebrating our Fourth Awkward Year? 2010…2011…2012…2013? Whatever, math sux, I’m still here! If I could go back in time and change the name of this blog I would probably do it, but that seems like it would be a real waste of time travel technology when I could be busy making money by prophesizing the future or having sex with JFK or finding out whether or not Felicity the American Girl was actually a real person.
I kind of thought I’d already be the star of my own Julie & Julia by now, but that doesn’t seem to have happened, hmm. But still. Happy birthday to me! I do hope you all brought presents.
(This is the first image that came up when I Google Image searched “awkward birthday.” I like it!)
Now. I’m going to ask you to indulge me very quickly with some housekeeping type business. This birthday is perfect timing as I find myself considering where I see myself going as a blogger slash writer. As I mentioned last week, I am attempting to become more serious about this whole scene but it’s not as easy as it looks. Blogging well & blogging often takes time and it takes energy. It also takes a certain sense of voice and theme and, let’s be honest, self importance. Any sort of personal writing be it a print column or a blog or a cave drawing (do you think that prehistoric people drew out witty anecdotes on the walls of their caves? I would die a million deaths if they discovered like, Carrie Bradshaw style stories drawn out in stone circa 300 BC) is inherently self absorbed. You are assuming that the world at large wants and needs to hear what it is you have to say. About yourself and your life. That’s a bold move, friend. If you’re going to make it, what you have to say better be worth it.
I want to make it worth it. I know that blogging is a super selfish endeavor, but I have gone too far down this road to stop, so I’m powering on. I feel like a cornball saying this, but I have really and truly enjoyed writing here these last few years, especially this last year, where I began to connect with other bloggers, develop more of a voice and become confident in my writing and it means a lot to me that you would choose use part of that time at work where you’re pretending to work but are actually reading dumb shit on the internet to come here and read this dumb shit.
Seriously, thank you!
So, now that I’ve given you three or four years of great entertainment, depending on how you do math (f’real, though, am I the only one who finds this confusing?!), I am going to ask YOU to do something for me. Tell me:
- What do you like about this blog?
- What would you, you know, pass on if this were an all you can eat buffet?
- What would you like to see more of? Silly stuff? Serious stuff? Personal stuff? Things about New York? TV? Something I haven’t even thought about? Please don’t say nude photos. Please also don’t say “ew! no nude photos, you are gross!” because that would really not be great for my self esteem. Just avoid discussing nude photos altogether.
I feel like a real douchebucket asking for you to pay even more attention to me, but you nerds seem to like reading this thing so I’m just going with it. If we’re going to endure four (three???) more years of this, I want it to be fun for everyone and I’d genuinely appreciate your feedback, even if it is negative. But preferably positive. But seriously, please be nice. If you would be so kind as to share some ideas with me in the comments or via email: firstname.lastname@example.org or via facebook, if that’s how you came across this post, or by carrier pigeon or a snail mail letter or on a letter that you tape to the back of an actual snail and then pray it arrives to me somehow, I would be eternally grateful.