Friday, January 6, 2012

Happy New Year...again.

For the first time, ever, in my whole life, I kept a New Year’s resolution.

One year ago, on January 6, 2011, I posted my first blog post of the year. It’s titled “2011: It’s time to make time.” If you actually read it...then you’re the one. Congratulations.

My resolution for 2011 was to make better use of my time. Everyone is given the same 24 hours a day, but some people seemed to do a lot more with their 24 hours than what I was able to.

I wanted to make time for myself and my interests I was neglecting. I spent more time playing the piano. I made time to eat breakfast. I also made more time to write and maintain this blog.

This is my 44th post within one year. My goal was to write one post a week, and I came pretty close.

Blogging over the last year has been a good experience. I was able to keep myself accountable to a self-imposed deadline (for the most part). I have been lucky enough to have my blog syndicated at www.EvolvedWorld.com, which allowed me to receive the funniest fan/appreciation email (from someone outside of my blood relation) after reading my Too Nice to Be Honest post.

I had people tell me I made them laugh. That I made them cry. That I made them think. That they love my writing. Some people told me I was wise.

Some people told me they would never share my blog with their friends because of my profanity and that I force my lack-of-religion on people. (See the box on the right hand side of this screen? Where it says “Right handed”? It used to be longer and included a sentence that read: “I am anti-religion and pro-spirituality.” That was the sentence to which they were referring. Please, everyone, I think it’s time I was burned at the stake.)

Those are the things that happened. These are the things that did not happen:

I did not get an exclusive book deal.
I did not get a $1,000,000.00 check for my Google Ads.
I did not get to meet Bob Saget.

There you have it, a year in both success and failure, and ultimately, I am patting myself on the back.

Thank you for reading, sharing on Facebook, leaving comments, and supporting whatever the hell it is I’m doing on here.

I will continue to post whenever inspiration strikes – whether it’s seeing a child eating dirt or watching a friend walking around with a toilet seat cover stuck in their pants – it will find its way into Flapjack history.