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On Saturday, a side of my family hosted our pre-Thanksgiving reunion. It had been two years since we did this. I offered to host this year after the loss of our previous venue threatened to put the event aside for another year. Needless to say, by the time my last cousin and his wife got into the car and headed to their home in South Alabama, I was exhausted.
Sunday, the day before, was the first rest day I had taken in weeks. But, I’m not one to spend all day devoted to watching TV—except when squid game was issued.
Deleting my rarely-used personal blog, I began writing an updated post on the progress of my National Novel Writing Month. Instead of actually doing this, at least until late at night, I looked at blog posts published for years.
There’s a rich history there, at least for me. My blog is a journal of my personal memories of 2003. For 18 years, I’ve been writing something, spouting out words that can sometimes feel like an endless void. The gullible 19-year-old, who was just getting into the online world, didn’t think he’d do the same thing after all these years. He was just blogging. It was part of a notebook full of anger I loaded up as a teenager. It was another part of a new and exciting journey.
For about an hour or two, I just clicked and read and clicked and read. It is an extraordinary time to be alive, to participate in this moment in history where the same memories from anywhere in the world can stay with me. And I can read their blogs. I can read about their hopes and dreams, check out their pet gallery, or catch up on their goals for the new year.
This is one reason I subscribe to people’s personal blog feeds more than news or development sites. In the end, everything we do here is about the people.
I took a deep dive through their archives, caught up with some of the funniest moments I shared with the world, and read some of my old WordPress development tutorials. I also discovered my passion for Marie Kondo’s clean rules.
I was only disappointed that there were so many moments that I decided not to share. I saw some notes from an unpublished draft of various examples of #WPDrama discussions where I decided to keep my thoughts to myself rather than rock the boat. I made headlines for books I had read but never reviewed. I remembered some life-changing moments that I never bothered to write a draft about.
Apart from missing the back half of my life, I realized that my blog is older than many people who are just starting their blogging journey. WordPress, which turns 18 this year, is out of date compared to its next generation of users.
I also realized that I just love blogging. I had never given much thought to this before – Why Behind my continued involvement in this art. Maybe because I have something I want to say from time to time. Maybe it’s just therapeutic. In the end, it doesn’t matter. However, I am grateful that we have platforms like WordPress that allow all of us to do this, regardless of our reasons.
As we close up shop for the week for some much-needed rest, I’m making a note to read through bookmarked blog posts I haven’t found (thanks to everyone who shared). I want to go through the backlog of personal blogs I haven’t gotten hold of yet. I always check every Tavern commenter’s website every time they leave a URL in the form. I don’t always go to them right away, but I’ve found several blogs that I really enjoy reading like this one.
Leading up to this year’s US Thanksgiving holiday, I’m reminded how lucky I am to be part of the WordPress community. It is a living, breathing ecosystem that has always stayed true to its blogging roots. The platform allows millions of people to share their voices while also owning their content. That alone is something to be thankful for.
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