Blogiversary number 12

Twelve

It’s that time of year again – another birthday for the blog. This time, if this blog was a human living in the UK, it would have started secondary school in September.

I can’t believe that, 12 years on, I am still writing on this blog. Though my interest wanes at times, and I can go several days without posting, I’m usually able to come up with something at least once a week.

I didn’t have any suitable photos to use on this entry, so I quickly drew the above birthday cake with a multi-coloured biro, and then Instagrammed it. This is why I’m not an illustrator.

11 years

Birthday Slice

Today is this blog’s 11th blogiversary – or, 11 years since I first started writing this blog. Obviously it’s not quite as a big a milestone as 10 years was last year, but every year counts. Arguably, of all the things I do or have done, this is the thing that I have done for the longest time without giving it up. I’ve been close to giving up a few times, but, 11 years on, it’s still here.

There have, of course, been changes over the years. In January 2002, I was 17, single, living with my parents in York, at college, a few months away from my A-level exams. Now, in January 2013, I’m 28, engaged, living with my fiancée in Sowerby Bridge, working and a few months away from my wedding. But, some things have stayed the same, and wanting to write a blog is one of those things that hasn’t changed.