Lucky Number 200
All I really want to do is tell my stories about my life dealing with the opposite sex. If I’m doing it wrong, then you probably won’t go any further and resume your regular web surfing routine, right about now. If I’m doing this right, you all will enjoy it, relate to it, tinyurl it, print out your favorite posts and send links to all your friends.
The words above were written on August 3, 2009, taken from the very first post I wrote on this blog you’re reading. Today marks my 200 post.
I don’t know what I expected out of myself when I first started Until I Get Married (or as we have come to call it on Twitter, UIGM). They say write what you know, and no one knows me better than myself, so I went in and have been ever since.
But I’ll tell you what I didn’t expect: The love I receive today from all of you who read UIGM. The countless comments, Retweets on Twitter, re-posts on Facebook, and personal emails of gratitude and umm, criticism.
Through it all, I’ve kept on writing, even when the last thing I felt like doing was writing. My journey has taken all sorts of twists and turns, and I have done my best to document them through the words I write here. For entertainment purposes only? Well yes, but not entirely.
On the very few days I’ve posted late in the day or let a day go by without posting, the void it leaves within me is a very tangible thing. I have definitely wanted to take days off, even considered changing my posting schedule to something less demanding, but the fact of the matter is, I need to write this blog as much as anybody needs to read it. This is how I deal with everything from the loss of a great friend, to the hilarity of some of my experiences with the opposite sex. So yes, I hope everyone who reads this is entertained, but I also hope they feel something.
These days, writing about relationships seems to be the easiest way to be heard, a sell-out move if you will. Steve Harvey did it and got richer than he already was. Other writers do it and get loads of accolades, but not because people deem the work literary or of artistic merit. To a lot of critics, writing about matters of the heart seems to be the writing equivalent of making a movie that focuses on explosions more than acting. And while I do get that, I accept none of it.
Writing about relationships in such a way where people want to read your work over the countless other blogs and books already talking about the same thing takes real skill. A skill not everyone possesses, a skill I am still working on. I know there are blogs people read alongside mine, and I know there are others who don’t read blogs at all, but choose to read mine. No matter the reading pattern and how my work falls into it, I want everyone who takes the time to read my blog to know this: I work damn hard at giving you something of value. Damn. Hard.
This is more than a blog to me, and I hope when people read it, they feel like it’s more than a blog to them. It may not be the cure for cancer I’m writing over here, and no it’s not going to save the world, but all my life, words — both written and spoken — have been primary instruments in my life-changing moments, and all my life, I have wanted my words to do the same for others. So if writing about relationships seems to be a sell-out move, so be it. I know it’s also been a move that has helped people feel better about they’re own life, and writing about all of this stuff, has helped me feel better about mine.
One more thing before I go, a roll call please.
In honor of my 200th post, I would really appreciate anyone reading or as many readers as possible to leave a comment saying how long they have read UIGM, where they’re from, and how they discovered the blog. If you want to be extra nice, feel free to share your favorite posts either with the title or a link back to it.
From every bit of my heart and soul, thank you to everyone who subscribes and reads faithfully. Whether it’s been one or two posts or all 200 of them, I know the journey has not always been easy to keep up with, but you’ve stuck with me anyway, and I appreciate it immensely.
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