So Happy Birthday to Frankie P or is it Happy Anniversary.......???
Yes it was back in March last year that I decided to give this blogging lark a go and in that time I think, no I am pretty much sure, I have seen it all. The good, the bad and very ugly side of the blogging and twitter community. Everything from the cliques, bitchiness and backstabbing, to the caring, well meaning and supportive comments and tweets. It always makes me think whether I would see this sort of thing if I wasn’t in a “mummy” blogging network? Really, if you don’t like what someone has written, let it go, move on, life is far too short to worry about the opinions or thoughts of someone you are never going to meet!
Like all new bloggers, there were times where I was continually obsessing about posting something, why I wasn’t getting comments, where I was in the monthly rankings, but then real life would pop up and make me realise that blogging isn’t a competition or the be all and end all. It’s what I do to keep the grey matter still ticking along. I do it for myself and for no one else. Of course it’s great to get comments and know that someone is actually reading my ramblings. So a big thanks for taking the time to read my little corner of the blogosphere especially those that have been there from the start. You know who you are....
In that time I have meet (not in person, but you know what I mean) some great bloggers and read some great posts, some have made me laugh, some have made me cry, some have made me think (yah!) and some that I can just relate to so well its quite scary. More importantly I now know what I like to write about and what I like to read.
So is it “Chin-Chin” and here’s to another year? Not sure, I would like to think so but the lack of desire to blog which I wrote about back in January is still lurking about. But I am now picking up pen and paper to jot things down. So that has to be a good thing, right?
But what I do know is that Frankie P needs some loving so a new blog profile and photo are top of the list for her me thinks.