My blog is a year old as of last Saturday. I wrote my very first blog post on November 3, 2006. Now, one year and 434 posts later, I look back and I can honestly say I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and I am so glad I did. I started my blog to force myself to write, and in a year I have started to get more comfortable with my writing and make some progress, although I have a long, long way to go. I have also found a great little group of bloggers whose pages I read every day, a place where I fit in.
Because I have a limited amount of time, and I am spending so much of it blogging or reading blogs, I have neglected some of the baby boards I was a part of through my second pregnancy and the birth of Isabel. I am not too happy about that, but I am able to keep in touch with some of them who keep blogs like me.
Will I still be here next year, writing about my second blog anniversary? I very much hope so. I have learned not to make categorical statements, because you never know where life takes you, but I very much intend to continue my blog. It has been an enriching first year.