On May 20, Tenaciously Yours, turned five. Marcus and I were riding a Greyhound from NYC to D.C. and even though I had meant to post something, I just didn’t have the time. Or the words.
The Blog is five.
When I started Tenaciously Yours, I had just moved out of The Theta House and into SigEp for the summer.
And the next five years would see me moving in and out of The Theta House one more time, into my parents’ house’, out of my parents’ house and into my first (and only) apartment, out of that apartment and into the home that Marcus and I share.
I have written in this space through an engagement and a wedding.
Converting to Judaism.
Losing (and keeping off) 60 pounds.
Learning how to run.
Learning how to cook.
Cooking everything. To the tune of 114 Friday Food Round-Ups!
I feel like there is so much to say and at the same time, there’s not very much to say at all.
I don’t know why I had to start writing That Spring.
Sometimes I don’t know what compels me to continue. Except for the fact that I think I am a better person when I am able to write and for whatever Godforsaken reason, I can’t commit to writing in an actual notebook.
I certainly didn’t know how many beautiful friends would come into my life through blogging.
Do you guys remember that time back in the 90’s when everyone was truly afraid of revealing their first and last name on the internet? That if someone knew who you were then almost certainly they would be a serial killer and SHOW UP ON YOUR FRONT STEPS?
What the hell was all of that about, anyway?
Blogging seems like such a small thing. To stuff all of your thoughts and actions into a time capsule that occupies a sliver of server space or a bit of the cloud somewhere.
But my life is so much bigger because of this right here. So much fuller because of this right here.
Happy Birthday, Tenaciously Yours,.