You know it’s your blog’s third anniversary

when you forget that it is, and then a blogger friend announces the third anniversary of her blog, and you think, “Wait a minute, when she’s been blogging for three years I must have been too!”

So, my blog turned three. In February. Without me noticing. Seems like the honeymoon is over. Still, three years, that’s a lot of time. In blog years, anyway.

And then I went back to the beginning (I had to because I had to look up how long I’ve been blogging), and I found that in my third post I had written about temper tantrums, about conflict with my son, and how to cope. By changing just a few words I could have posted the same post last week. That surely makes me feel a bit strange, as if my life were an endless loop of repeated behavior.

But then I can’t take every post from three years ago and post it as new without changing much. I guess it all evens out.

You probably know this from your own experience, I constantly think about how much blogging and blog-reading I want to do, or I can do with all the other commitments in my life. About every other week I have the feeling that I don’t have anything to say that’s worth reading, and then I contemplate quitting.

But I won’t. Not now anyway.

My head is full of things I’d like to write about if I had a bit of space in my life. Some day I’ll get around to do it. Who knows, maybe some day I’ll even post some more music here.

And I would never had thought, back in 2006 when I started blogging for real that I’d still be doing it 295 posts later. That’s a lot of words. And the most amazing thing is that some of you have been reading all of them. Thanks.