It was almost six years ago now that I started this blog. I don’t write that much here anymore, and neither do most of the OG’s from my early days. But I still see you, all of you, on our various networks. And I keep tabs, like a childhood best friend who wants to see that you’re still killing it… even if we don’t talk as much as we used to.
When our blogging generation began (at least my “class”), most of us were young, single and confused, and therefore extremely grateful for each other and the e-family we built. We needed each other to survive our tumultuous 20s (and in some cases, 30s).
Over these six years, I’ve watched so many of you fall in love. Many of you get married. A few of you get divorced. Some of you (including myself) did the crazy thing by refusing to settle, turning your (our) noses up at a boring, comfortable life and eschewing the conventional path in the name of courage, adventure and finding Real, Crazy Love.
And now! Now your adorable BABIES are starting to crop up on Instagram and Facebook. Society tells me I should be annoyed by this, but truth be told, I can’t get enough of those chubby cheeks and Michelin Man thighs.
This is to say nothing of the four-legged friends I’ve watched you bring home, the parents you’ve gracefully said goodbye to, the jobs won and lost, the businesses started, and the incredible travels you’ve embarked upon.
Maybe it’s because I’m staring down the barrel of the big 3-0, but every time I log into one of my networks and see a smattering of lovely updates and photos from my old e-friends, I feel so damn proud of everything you’ve all achieved and continue to build: relationships, families, careers, and homes.
We’ve seen each other through loss, disappointment, and heartbreak. We’ve moved mountains to meet each other in person so that we could hug IRL and cement these relationships with people we’ve gotten to know better, through their writing, than we know our own extended families.
I’m so grateful that my 20s were in a time when the Internet and blogging flourished so that I could share that period of my life, and yours, with all of you. Nowadays, our interactions are less in-depth storytelling and more 140-character snippets and adorable puppy/foodie/baby photos with fancy filters; lovely little glimpses into our lives that are now too full to sit down and pour emotions onto a blog page like we used to.
But it’s okay, because it’s indicative of how far we’ve all come. We’re older, wiser, happier, busier. We have found Our People and Our Paths in the world, and those have to be our priorities now. But I’m thankful for said little glimpses that let me check in and appreciate how your lives are coming together.
In summation, I’m all:
And you’re all:
And my e-world remains a wonderful little place I’m proud to call home.
So keep those Instagrams coming, and know that even if we don’t talk as much as we used to, you all have a piece of my heart that will belong to you, and the blogosphere, forever.