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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
BOSD Turns 1!
"A cute little blog with six posts, four comments, two readers, and eleven and a half months since it has last seen a post."
That's probably how I would have described the way BOSD would look on November 25, 2009...back when I started it, on November 25, 2008.
But now it actually is November 25, 2009. It's been a full year since I started this blog.
It's hard to believe that BOSD is a year old. It's hard to believe that in the past year, I posted 183 times. It's hard to believe that in the past year this blog has received 2,313 comments. It's hard to believe that in the past year this blog has seen over 20000 hits, 34 followers, and close to a hundred subscribers on google reader.
Blogging has been one of the most fascinating things I've ever done. It's rekindled my love for writing, it's reminded me that people enjoy reading what I have to say, and mostly, it's made me some excellent friends.
And now, as payback for being a devoted reader, (if you aren't a devoted reader you might want to stop reading now;) I'll share the most fascinating (in my mind) reason that this blog is actually a year old.
Throughout my life, I've written, or rather, shall I say, attempted to write, in numerous journals, diaries, and other forms of self-chronicling. None of them ever succeeded.
In fact, none of them ever survived my next pesach cleaning-turned-dejunking, when I would read the two entries I had written, decide that I've matured and changed since then, and that I don't need or want to remember what I had written, nor do I want to risk having my journal found by a curious and unscrupulous individual who would ignore my dire warnings about anyone turning that first page without permission. And thus, inevitably, my entries were torn out and shredded, and the now-empty journal was returned to its place on the top of my closet, not to be seen for another year or so, when the next unsuccessful attempt at diary-keeping would start. In a way, I really regret having torn those pages up as a child. It would be great to go back, now, as an adult (well, I'm not REALLY an adult, but I play one on TV) and read those top secret thoughts I had deemed worthy of recording for posterity. Either way, you can sleep easily tonight because you aren't missing out, as I'm certain I wouldn't have shared them with you either way.
Back to my blog and it's (relative) longevity, perhaps you are now capable of understanding why I am so shocked, amazed, and pleasantly surprised at this turn of events. This blog, if one would call it a personal journal, has beaten my previous record by about 11 months, 3 weeks and 4 days.
(Here is where this blogger turns mushy.) It's really thanks to you. As you know, I love the feedback I get from all of you, but I don't think that even I realized until now just how much your comments keep me writing.
And so, as I hand over the mike to the next speaker at this grand birthday bash, I want to conclude with a thank you to my amazing readership. Here's to the next year of posts, hopefully with a few new characters this year!
(Anyone who wants to give me a birthday present should feel free to leave a glowing comment filled with praise or some warm reminiscing about their favorite BOSD moments over the last year.)