Web 1.0 Survivor…
OK. This ‘not blogging’ thing is getting out of control. I’m a blogger. I pioneered the medium. Back in 1999 when people who re-write their early years as ‘top bloggers’ had crappy little thrown together excuses for blogs that were updated once every few months, I was interviewing celebrities, reporting from showbiz award ceremonies, and running contests on my blog. I can’t avoid blogging, so I’m blogging on Facebook obsessively, every day. It’s all going into the archives (see prev posts about what The British Library is doing with our FB posts) but I can’t just send people to it, because I’m deliberately losing it for those in the future to uncover. Now, I think the people who actually follow me today have a right to experience my work for longer than a few minutes. Not being arrogant or anything, but I say some pretty good stuff sometimes, and it seems daft to throw it into the void of FB. Primarily, I’m a writer, and even though I can do my bardess thing in a format that lasts a few minutes, it’s probably wiser to lay down some words that will remain for longer.
Also, I deserve it. I go back to my old blogs from time to time to read my ‘online diary’ and remember what I’ve been through, triumphed over, and learnt from over the years. So, I’m committing to blog every day of November. Whether I’ll do that or not is largely irrelevant. My focus here is to blog more, so if I set myself an impossible goal I’m likely to blog a few times, and that’s better than what I’ve been doing. Here’s the TRUTH about what I’ve survived over the last few months.
Operation Sh*tstorm – Part II
Readers of my old blog will remember Operation Sh*tstorm. If you don’t, then go to my early posts here and you’ll find the info. Anyway, the latest version of that happened to me this year, but instead of being financial, it was emotional. Just before Valentine’s Day this year, I was evicted from my marriage without notice – and without a reason given, or financial support. So, I thought: “I can either sit around sulking and asking ‘why???’ or I can get on with life.” I chose the latter.
My punishment for DARING to survive as a single female? ENDLESS women blaming me for the end of my relationship and informing me that I clearly didn’t value my marriage or I’d be falling to bits. Um… no. You can’t always control the storms you go through, but it’s your choice whether you allow those storms to go through YOU or not. I choose to be captain of my own ship, keep my eyes on the horizon, and keep going. If that doesn’t fit with your limited view of womanhood, there’s the plank. Walk it. We have nothing more to discuss. I don’t need anyone’s permission to be magnificent, and I don’t need any particular collection of favourable circumstances to be awesome. I just am. And I’m not sorry about it.
So, tomorrow, I’m going to fill you in on some of the FABULOUS things that have happened since then.
Until then, keep grinning.
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P.S. Yes, that’s Comic Sans. Went all Web 1.0 on you, because I can. Deal with it!
P.P.S. Notice how nobody’s using the term Web 2.0 any more? Not seeing people discussing Web 3.0 around, but we must surely be in that – at least – by now.
P.P.P.S. The best way to get through anything is to dance through it…