Much like the rest of blog land, I’m calling it quits until the new year. Before I do that, however, I wanted to thank all of you for making this year an amazing one for me and my family. Not amazing in that I can live abroad for a year, support my family, or pay off my student loans from law school, but that large diet coke you spot me every month is aces.
Thank you for laughing–chuckling, whatever–at my dry humor that doesn’t always translate online. (Like maybe that whole first paragraph?) I’m thrilled most of you appreciate my rapier wit and impeccable comedic timing, or at least do a damn fine job pretending. It takes a special person to tolerate a blogger who writes about sculling mushroom brushes having an existential crisis, and your loyalty (and tolerance) is not lost on me. Of course, like a good narcissist, I’ve taken your acceptance and used it as license to do more of the same next year. 2011 will be my Year of the Blog. I want to grow it, yes, but I also want to push myself creatively and make my spot in your reader something more. More funny, more poignant, and more like something not usually seen in a parenting blog. How perfectly nebulous and unquantifiable! I also predict 2011 will be the Year of Next Time Create Measurable Goals.
Yes, it’s a tall order, and one that may not be possible to achieve in 365 short days. No, I don’t really know exactly what I will be doing in 2011 that I am not already doing now. Still, I feel like this is it, even though I don’t know why. This shouldn’t be surprising; how could I not feel like I can conquer the world (and blog land) with people like you in my corner?
I wish for all of you a wonderful holiday and Year of the Blog. Better yet, I wish for you a year worth blogging about.*
*The attorney in me feels compelled to clarify that while a “year worth blogging about” can include, but is not limited to, disease, disaster, heartache, and all manner of tragedy, I’m referring strictly to content that is warm, fuzzy, and packed with an embarrassment of Care Bears.