This is what I looked like when I started this blog in April of 2002.
Ten years hasn't been all that hard on me, I have to admit. I'll thank the women in my life for introducing me to proper skin care. A message to the men out there: they are on to something with all that moisturizer and sunblock. Now if I could just figure out how to get all that lubrication into my knees...
So I've been at this thing, on and off (mostly off lately) for ten years. Although I have been writing for twenty, the bulk of it has been in the last ten. I have essentially chronicled my thirties.
When I look into the archives I can see how much I have grown and simultaneously, how much I haven't. I can also see how much better I used to be at this. Writing is definitely a skill that requires use. The pen, or in this case the keyboard, may be mightier than the sword, but unlike the sword, the pen gets sharper the more you use it. Left alone for too long, it gets dull. This missing muse is, of course, part of my motivation to put this blog into semi-retirement.
Ten years of career angst without ever mentioning the specifics of work. I learned that lesson early. Thanks Heather .
Ten years of my love life at first unashamedly exposed and then, as a result of frequently public and painful consequences, awkwardly hidden.
Ten years of hanging off rocks and riding down slopes and rolling down trails and paddling into surf.
Ten years and nearly thirty stamps in my passport.
Six of those ten spent with a loyal, friendly, occasionally smelly, $36 dollar, mushy faced dog.
For those of you who have stuck with me on this digital journey of exposure and discovery, thank you. I have met many of you in person, and you have been profoundly supportive and influential. And actually, it is because of some of you that this site even exists. Lord knows I don't posses the technical acumen to maintain this shit.
At least for now, ciao.