Holy cow … this is my five hundredth blog post. Â Â I can’t believe I’ve written that many. Â I was pregnant with Lukey when I started way back in 2008, and now he is a strapping two-year-old. Â Matthew, who was barely talking in complete sentences, Â is now a four-year-old who can write his name. Â And me? Â Well, I’m Â a little grayer, a little more wrinkly, and a little bit wiser. Â Life does that.
People often ask how I find time to write. Â I always answer that it’s my outlet, my sanity-saver. Â And really, no matter how busy you are, you make time for the things you love and need, don’t you? Â Â I love writing because it gives me a chance to play with words, my artistic medium of choice. Â Â And I need writing because in a life that is so often oriented towards the needs of others, it reminds me that I still exist as my own person. Â It sounds strange to write that, because I don’t in the least begrudge my kids, my husband, or my students for the time I give them. Â But writing affirms that my inner life, the life that ponders and questions and reflects, is still a vital and valuable part of this person called Ginny.
As a way of celebrating this milestone, I went back through the archives, and plucked five posts (one from each hundred) Â to share here. Â I’ll call it a “Mary and Me Retrospective,” which makes it sound terribly grand. Â At any rate, these are five posts that I’ve always kind of liked, and which I think give a pretty good sense of what this blog has been for me for the past two and a half years.
And to all those who are reading this: thank you for doing so. Â A blog without readers is a journal, and though there is nothing wrong with journals, I’m always gratifed that people find my random musings interesting enough to read, ponder, and comment on. Â I hope you enjoy reading the next five hundred, too.
*Â Impractical Beauty (or why it is okay to sacrifice prime San Francisco parking space for a good cause)
* On how my toddler learned to Reach Out and Touch Someone
* Read all about A Teaching Mom’s Life, By the Numbers
* September is a really big month for me. Here’s why.
* A football player? Me?