Three years!
I’ve been writing here for THREE YEARS.
That’s a LOT OF WRITING. Maybe not as much writing in the last six months or so, but still… MegFowler.com has been hours and hours and hours in the making. Days, even. Maybe a month?
Granted, what’s here is not all that I’ve written in that time.
I have actually deleted a lot of posts over that period, for about thirty different reasons. I don’t regret that, though. If this is really a record of me, and my thoughts, then it’s okay to let things go when I let things go, now and then. And what remains is still 1,259 posts, which means I posted an average of 1.14 times a day (with the deleted posts, it’s closer to 1.6.)
Anyway.
Three years of me.
That’s kind of a crazy thought.
So much has changed in that time.
When I started here, Eric — who helped me set it up — was due to come here in a month’s time to meet me and my lovely roomie and best friend, Catherine.
Now they’re married, and he lives here. And they’re planning they’re “with everyone else” wedding in about six months time, in which I shall be a bridesmaid. I’d say that’s a pretty dramatic change. But all of this happened because he is fantastic.
When I started here, I hadn’t had a vacation or a flight anywhere in ages. Now I’ve been to California twice (one time via a road trip that was SO MUCH FUN), and to Boston three times.
When I started here, I was looking forward to settling down one day with some nice guy and having a pile of babies… although I really didn’t know any nice guys. I still had faith in love. And men.
Now I know that any babies I have will be adopted ones because of my diagnosis, and I found a FANTASTIC guy who has a fantastic kid of his own. Wow. We have a ton in common in terms of our loves and not-loves, despite the fact we have almost nothing in common in terms of how our lives have evolved to this point. But now we’re looking forward to sharing everything. And among our new commonalities? A fledgling non-profit. What?!
When I started here, I was living with two girls in an apartment in North Vancouver. Then one girl who loves games.
Now I’m living on my own in a totally different neighbourhood, and preparing to make the BIG leap to Boston early next year. Holy cow.
When I started here, my parents were in limbo with their own living situation, and helping my grandfather in his last days.
He passed away in late May, 2007, and now it’s just the two of them again, in their own home.
When I started here, my brother was dating a really nice girl that I hadn’t met, way up in the frozen North. Now they’re happily married, and my primary souvenir of their wedding was an on-and-off case of pneumonia that lasted the better part of nine months.
A pneumonia baby!
Anyway, big changes. HUGE changes.
Some of which been really difficult along the way, and some of which have been blessedly, amazingly easy.
I’m going to write another post about what blogging for three years has taught me, but for now? I’m just amazed I kept it going this long, seeing as I have the attention span of a gnat.
I have no idea what will happen in the next three years, and I’m not even going to TRY and predict, since it seems to go better that way.
All I can say for sure is that…
1. I will continue to be thankful for the amazing people I know, and the amazing experiences I have.
2. It won’t all be easy, because it never is.
3. The name “Gradon” will probably come up a few times.
Thanks for reading. Seriously.
STUFF FROM THREE YEARS OF BABBLING
I joined Facebook. Whoa.
This is a city, not a village.
Love Lists galore. Actually, just a LOT OF LISTS.
Smart boobs? You too can have them.
Video did not kill me — I’m still a radio star!
I’ve forced you to make a lot of choices.
I learned about love before I had it. Lots of lessons.
Sometimes I drink too much coffee. No, really.
There are SO many more posts — more than a thousand, actually, so I can’t link to ALL the stuff that seems most telling of my life, and most emblematic of my voice.
Because it all is, really.
Happy 3, wee blog.