There’s a quote I found that says “in between goals is a thing called life, that has to be lived and enjoyed.” And I think of my blog as being that. I blog everyday, but in between these pages is a whole year of my life, a lot of which that hasn’t even met my blog, that you haven’t read about. But in another sense, this blog has seen a lot, because everything I wrote was what I was thinking that day, even if it was a small snippet of a life lived.
There’s a sense of accomplishment at having finished this task (minus a few days), but also a tinge of sadness as I think of this routine that I will no longer have. Throughout the day, I would think about what I could write about; some days this came quickly and easily, other days it felt like I would sit at my laptop for hours with nothing to write.
Blogging is bizarre. There are so many different types of blogs with so many different topics. Though my blog doesn’t really have a niche, it’s good enough for me that God was in it all.
How exciting is it that I will keep blogging in 2018, though without a plan. I think that’ll be good for me; to blog when I don’t ‘have’ to.
I love blogging; I hope you all know that. I like writing out my thoughts and trying to give them meaning that other people can make sense of. Even though I don’t show my entire heart on the page, it allows people a glimpse into my thinking. It’s having a voice without speaking out loud.
Blogging, to me, isn’t about what the page looks like, or who or how many people read it. It’s about what happens when I blog, when I don’t blog. It’s about life. I don’t blog for views. Though those would be nice, I blog because I can’t not write. I love writing. I write everyday. Not just my blog; my journal, my novel, songs, poems, short stories. If you love something, you can’t help but do it. Blogging everyday was difficult, as we know, but I love words. Pushing past the blocks was worth it.
Who knows how many blog posts I’ll have in 2018. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Finishing my official year of blogging has ended a season, and now a new one starts, with fresh aspirations and ideas. Who knows what crazy things I’ll write this year. Who knows what will happen to me outside of the pages. Who knows what will inspire me every day.
I’m excited. I’m really excited for my second year of blogging.
I nearly feel sad that Bemy2017 is over. It was such a big part of my life, and I really did learn so much. I really did grow from this blog. In terms of writing and trusting my writing skills, in terms of spiritual growth and seeing God show up, in terms of seeing how I dealt with this daily commitment to myself.
In terms of the quote at the beginning of this post, there’s an odd feeling at writing my last Bemy2017 post, because I’m remembering the life I lived in between these blog posts. Each blog post is like a window, letting me see into that day of my life. I can remember things unwritten because of what I have written. This blog is like a really expensive journal, only that journal has been censored for the sake of the people who have been reading it, and when I write in my journal I don’t try to make things sound good.
Thanks for being a part of Bemy2017.
Who knows, maybe I’ll think of a goal for my second year of blogging. Or maybe I’ll just take it as it comes and enjoy it to the best of my ability, doing what I love.
Blogging has expanded my horizons. I can’t tell you how good it’s been. Well, I guess I can, and I guess I have, many times. But it has, it really has been good. I’ve loved it.
Well, campers. I know it’s already 2018, but I feel the need to say this:
Happy New Year!
P.S. Don’t worry, you’ll always be campers, no matter how old this blog gets (and me with it!)