I won’t do the usual cliche of my baby and wishing it a happy first birthday. There’s nothing like the real feeling of being a parent to a child celebrating their birthday.
But there is an amazing sense of pride I have in this blog.
Truth be told, I don’t think it’s what you would consider a successful blog in regards to followers. As of this writing I have 21 followers (and all posts are sent to my one hundred and eighty something Facebook friends). But it doesn’t matter. First of all, I have no idea the average for followers to a blog after its first year. Second, and much more important, the true victory lies within the realization of what this blog exposed….
My true love and passion for writing.
Recently I’ve been complimented on my writing from various friends and family members. That’s always a great feeling, but made even more great by the fact that I had no idea they were even reading what I write. Just when you think no one is ever going to read something you pour so much of yourself into, someone always lets me know not only do they read my thoughts, but they actually like them too. Nice!
To me it doesn’t matter if they agree with my opinion or thought what I wrote was as funny as I did (although it is nice, especially the latter). Just the fact anyone takes the time to read anything written by little ole me makes my day.
Subscribing to my blog because you really liked a post I wrote is almost better than paying me money to write. ALMOST!
I’m the type of person that just wants to find what he loves to do. I’ve been that way since I was a kid. I remember loving to play the game of basketball. So much so that one time, while we were living in Glendale, CA, my mom had to drive to the local park to get me from the courts because it was raining.
“Boy, don’t you have enough sense to get out of the rain?”, she asked.
You didn’t talk back to mom growing up in my house so I just thought to myself, ‘yeah but this is the only time I could get the court to myself’.
Making millions of dollars in the NBA wasn’t on my radar until I got older and felt like it was the thing to do. I just loved to play as a kid. Not because of what it could bring as an adult, but from what it gave me even then at an early age: an outlet. Through sports I would learn a lot about myself. I would grow up with a basketball in my hand, so much that the people in the neighborhood used to talk about me.
“His mother sends him to the store for milk, you see the milk in one hand and that damn Purple and Gold ball bouncing with the other.”
No one made me play. No one asked me to play. No one suggested I play. I just picked up a ball and couldn’t put it down. Later having to play like someone trying get an NBA contract made the game not as much fun. Suddenly my outlet was obligatory. Subsequently, not only did I not make it to the NBA, I didn’t even play college ball. But I am still very much into basketball even today. I have also coached. So this validates my love for the game although I never became a professional basketball anything.
I’m determined not to make the same mistake with writing. I’m writing a movie now but if it never gets sold I won’t fret. I’ll be happy to just complete what I set out to do. My mood changes when I write. I’m just happy. This has now become my outlet as an adult. My adult basketball.
If I never get another subscriber to my blog, or am never published on Freshly Pressed (the equivalent of getting your blog placed on a blog television commercial), I will continue to push the envelope, entertain and release my thoughts on the few who read it.
Because I absolutely love to do this.
It’s been a year since I released this post on the world and opened the flood gates to my creativity and passion. And I haven’t looked back yet.
To all of you who have been there from the beginning…Mom, Tasha, Sinn, and VC, THANK YOU for being loyal followers from the very beginning. Mom, special thanks for your frequent comments of encouragement and validation. It fuels my creativity and without fuel this site doesn’t exist.
Sashah, Roslyn, Lori, and Marcus, THANK YOU for your recent compliments about my writing. You have no idea what it means to me.
Those of you who have ever read, commented, or liked a post of mine, I say this with all sincerity…THANK YOU!! I truly appreciate you taking the time.
(Excelsior07, I have no idea who you are but thank you for your frequent visits to my site and comments on my posts.)
I’d like to leave you with a few of my favorite posts from this blog. Not because I think I’m just great, but because as you reach a milestone, no matter how small, you can’t help but reflect on your body of work over time. And most of my subscribers have been in the past couple of months so the older posts may be too deep in the basement to catch your eye.
Once again, thank you for following me on this crazy journey and here’s to another year of fun.
MY FAVORITE POSTS:
Making Fun Of Silly Scam Letters – This one had my friend Vanessa laughing so hard she told me she had to read it in parts to compose herself and breathe. One of the best compliments a humorist can ever ask for.
Funny Signs – I don’t remember why I initially found a few hilarious signs, but I know I found quite a few more. Mixed with my own pictures of funny signs that I had found, this one was fun to write. Laughter is healthy and I found myself laughing the entire time I was writing this post.
Vegas Has Changed – This one is pretty ironic considering about 10 hours from the time I’m writing this, I will be on the road on my way to Vegas for a big family trip. Still there’s a point to my “rant” that I still find relevant today. Vegas will never be the same to me.
He’s In Shape, I’m not – So many people who are inconsistent with working out know exactly how this feels. I still remember the day.
Guess The Song – As it turned out, this wasn’t as difficult for people as I thought it would be. But it did turn out to be exactly what I thought people would find it to be. Very cute.
The Worst Promo Ever – I absolutely cannot think about this very real promo at a Downtown Vegas Casino (advertised on their website) without laughing so hard I cry. Promo’s are supposed to entice you to visit. Yeah, this one fails miserably!
Isn’t She Lovely – From what I’ve been told our small children don’t remain as cute over time. So I will attempt to immortalize my daughter’s cuteness through her own language. https://spirittsthinkboxer.wordpress.com/2011/12/19/reign-isms/
Good Question – That’s what several people said about this one. Agree or not you have to admit it is. It’s something that can be argued for years to come. Pet Lovers should read and let me know what you think.
True Fear – Not a lot of people read this one, perhaps because of its length. But it’s one of my favorites because there’s a psychological aspect to it that’s difficult for people to relate to. There’s a movie called Open Water that I still maintain is the scariest movie I’ve ever seen. The movie was trashed because it wasn’t a lot of action, and to that I thought most of the audience missed the point. Being stuck in a shark-infested ocean for an entire day, including a thunder & lightning storm in the middle of the pitch black night is far scarier psychologically than any hack saw movie that can ever be created. That’s kinda the feeling I was trying to convey in this post. The idea of ‘what if’.
(Last time, I promise) Thanks again for coming along for the ride. Much love to you all.