Each time I publish a post WordPress congratulates me on a job well done. In their stock congratulations message they have let me know how many posts I have successfully shared and over the last few weeks this has fed pretty strongly into my anxiety. I have watched the numbers go up: 89, 90, 91 and so on and so forth all the way up to my post last Friday, number 99.
The pressure was on.
(As an aside, I tried to do an “I’ve got 99 problems but a post ain’t one” joke here but it kept failing miserably … I suppose I should give up any future dreams of being a rapper.)
My OCD refuses to let me just put any old post up for the 100th and with that in mind I have spent the last few weeks planning something cool to mark the occasion. It’s mostly written (in my mind if not on paper) and includes a special surprise for my readers (Dad).
But then life happened and my plan has been unfortunately delayed for at least a few weeks.
Over the last month I have finally regained my writing momentum and though it is possible for me to wait until I can complete my Special 100th Surprise before posting my 100th post, I am terribly afraid of losing that momentum. I’ve got a good schedule going, and I don’t want to fall into another black hole of writers block.
So instead you get this: an excuse as to why my 100th is nothing particularly special (above) and a thank you (below).
Thank you, dear reader, for reading my blog. It is for you that I write (that’s a lie, I write for me, but saying I write for you just sounds so much nicer, don’tcha think?) and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate knowing that someone is actually enjoying my work (Or maybe not enjoying. For all I know you could be a masochist who just really likes bad puns, rants, and comma overuse. To each their own). Still, whatever the reason or however often you read my blog, Thank You.
I love writing this blog and hope to continue it for a long, long time.
PS. To make up for my lack of humour in this post I give to you, dear reader, a rare picture of a Yeti in captivity.