#211

I started this blog four years ago in July of 2007. I was suffering through the last painful weeks of working at the university and felt the need to have some place to chronicle my shifting emotions about my job. I tried to understand how the job I had once loved had morphed into the job I dreaded and couldn't wait to escape. My blog saw me through that difficult patch and I have kept up with it intermittently ever since. To date, I have written 210 posts, which you might think would average out to roughly 50 posts a year, but I didn't post at all in 2009. That was the year I was working at Miss Chickpea's, before Shelly lost interest and it all turned to crap. I was busy and happy with my job and my friends and my knitting.

In honor of this anniversary of sorts, I have been reading back over my old posts, and, all in all, I am pretty pleased with them. Some of them I remember very well, of course, but others I had totally forgotten about. The forgotten ones are the ones that interest me, and they make me glad that I took the time to sit down and write them. Thoughts and feelings I didn't remember have been preserved for me. I have tried in the past to keep a diary or journal but have never been successful at keeping up with it. This time I sort of have. And although I often feel discouraged about a lack of readers here, I made an important discovery. That my most important reader is -- me.