Holy cow … this is my five hundredth blog post. I can’t believe I’ve written that many. I was pregnant with Lukey when I started way back in 2008, and now he is a strapping two-year-old. Matthew, who was barely talking in complete sentences, is now a four-year-old who can write his name. And me? Well, I’m a little grayer, a little more wrinkly, and a little bit wiser. Life does that.
People often ask how I find time to write. I always answer that it’s my outlet, my sanity-saver. And really, no matter how busy you are, you make time for the things you love and need, don’t you? I love writing because it gives me a chance to play with words, my artistic medium of choice. 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. 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. 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.
Anyhow.
As a way of celebrating this milestone, I went back through the archives, and plucked five posts (one from each hundred) to share here. I’ll call it a “Mary and Me Retrospective,” which makes it sound terribly grand. 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. 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. I hope you enjoy reading the next five hundred, too.
* 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?
Congratulations on your 500th Post! It was fun to look back at the old entries. I loved “Impractical Beauty.” We have similar parking issues at our Parish. Our former pastor ended every mass (prior to the final blessing) with a reiteration of the main lesson of his homily and then his traditional send off: “and you can begin out there in the parking lot.”
Haha … I like your former pastor. Christian charity starts in the parking lot after Mass. SO true. 🙂
I love what you have to say about writing. It’s so true that we always do figure out ways to make time for the things we love and need – the least of which is the essential reminder that our own unique voice matters. I’m glad I stumbled across yours! 🙂
Thanks, Laura … right back atcha. 🙂