Today my blog is one year old.
For twelve whole months now I have been sharing some of the random thoughts that pass through my mind, amusing you with my dating horror stories, revealing my selfish attitude to parenting, and revolting you with my talk of smear tests.
During the year, my blog has been looked at 61,153 times, produced 165 posts (not including this one), attracted 3,270 comments and won one actual real life award. Generally I’m pretty pleased with how it has gone, especially as I started it on a bit of a whim, never having read a blog before, and with no real idea of what I wanted or hoped to achieve.
My initial posts, which were read on average by about three people each, seemed to set the tone of the blog, featuring confessions of how I hide dishes in cupboards and slip my children paracetamol at bedtimes. Bee likes to mock me now about my blog – “Oh Mummy,” she says if I don’t wash up for a while, “you’re so SLUMMY, you should write about this…” Har har. My most viewed post by far is Bee’s birth story, written when I was just 17.
One of my favourite posts was the story of Prince Charming. It isn’t funny or sarcastic or slummy in any way, but I was really touched by the reaction it got and the emails I received about it. It’s the one post I’ve written that I feel may have made an actual difference to someone else’s life. Even if it is just a small difference, it felt like I had done something good.
So, one year on, where do I go from here? It is probably to be expected, given my supposed fickleness, that I would get bored sooner or later, but I’m not sure I’m ready to give up yet. Perhaps it’s just a lull, perhaps my blog needs a rest, or maybe it’s that I met someone recently who makes thoughts of everything apart from him seem to fade to a blur at the back of my head. Who knows…
Blogging about blogging is, I know, one of the cardinal sins, and has ‘self-important, boring loser’ stamped all over it, but you will have to forgive me today, on my blog’s very special day, because I look at myself now, and I look at myself a year ago, and I wonder sometimes about where my blog fits in. When I began, I needed somewhere to go, someone to talk about things to. I had things to say, stuff to get off my chest. People who knew me would sometimes read my blog and ask if I was alright, saying I sounded sad.
The birth of my blog of course coincided with the beginning of a new year, and it could be that winter is just a time for reflection, that Slummy single mummy just needs to step back, drink mulled wine, eat too many Roses, and take stock, ready to start 2011 with a suitably slummy flourish.
If it isn’t completely arrogant and attention seeking, I’d really love to know what you like and dislike about my blog, which have been your favourite posts, and what makes you keep coming back. Do I make you laugh? Do I make you think? Or do you mutter under your breath as you read… ‘I wish she’d stop harping on about hating housework and write something interesting?’