Before we get started, I'd like to thank each of you that supported me yesterday in my quest for an iPhone/iPod Touch. You had some really quality suggestions to aid me in my arguement, such as talking it over with myself and also letting Matt know that if I had access to the Internet in the bathroom I would be much more efficient at life. Once again, thank you.
So it occured to me today that my blog just turned one and I did nothing to celebrate the occasion. Well actually I launched a brand new look; that the timing of that launch and my blog's birthday happened on the same day was pure coincidence. The blog doesn't need to know that. Let's just make that our little secret. Kind of like my BFF status with Sarah.
Now for those of you who are interested in seeing how it all began, you are welcome to click this link. I warn you to prepare yourself for a riveting post that will transport you to a world of splendor.
Like most bloggers I've spent a good portion of my year trying to figure out how to build a better blog and thus build readership. No one wants to talk to themselves or, at least, we don't want to get caught talking to ourselves. I've mentioned this quest from time to time. Like the time I googled "How to build readership." (I've googled worse. Don't judge me, I strongly suspect that you have too.) The result of my googling was an identity crisis that continued until just this past weekend.
The truth is I still beat myself up about being unfocused. What is the point of this blog? Some people write about cooking or crafts or health and beauty or giveaways. Some write specifically about their families or sports. (Are you beginning to see my lack of focus?) Enter Bryan (my BIL). This weekend, we were driving in the car and the whole identity crisis thing came up, and he said, "You have a focus. It's randominity. You are witty and random and you never know what you are going to get when you check it out. And Trent Edwards." (I might have made up that quote in an attempt to recreate an actual coversation that I couldn't remember verbatim.)
I feel oddly validated. After a whole year of therapy to find myself in the bloggysphere, all my issues have been solved. I might have had to go to Georgia to find myself, but it beats backpacking through Europe. I don't really like to smell bad. Showering is high on my list of priorities.