The very first post of TSOC went up on January 26, 2009. If you type that date into Wikipedia, or Google, you’ll learn that there was a solar eclipse, a downturn in the job market, and a war beginning in Malagasy.
What a day.
I never would have believed that I would document (
most some of) four years of my life in a blank white box on a computer screen. Much less that the documentation would include meeting the love of my life, watching my career implode, seeing an ex survive an unsurvivable diagnosis, helping imprison a woman I hero-worshipped, or trying and failing and trying again to be this thing they call a writer.
In the grand scheme of things, I suppose that the beginning of one more little blog, by one more little woman trying to make sense of a very big and very crazy world isn’t really much to shout about.
But looking at it from that perspective grossly undervalues what blogging has brought into my life.
I have four years of evidence that I was here, that I had a voice and an opinion and the guts to send that voice out into the void, wondering what I would get back.
So this is my love letter to TSOC, for the sanity and hilarity and tragedy that it encompasses, and the lessons I’ve learned along the way.