I bet you're dying to be me ;)
Today is my three-year ljversary.
Wow. How time flies. So much has changed!
I remember the days when this was a small, intimate community, where almost everybody knew everybody else. Then came the growing pains, with all its attendant drama. I wonder where we'll go next?
I was poking through old mail last nighta, and discovered that I still have the SOS from Brad asking us for help because the servers probably wouldn't be able to handle the traffic from 14,000 people, a number of users which was probably inevitable.
Heh. Now we're at over a million, and still growing.
If someone had told me three years ago-- even two-- that in 2003 I'd be reading hundreds of livejournals every day, dumping all my bad here as well as my good (and being loved anyway), and traveling all over the country making "real-life" friendships that I hope will last a lifetime, I'd have been skeptical.
And yet, here we are.
I have no idea how many people actually read this thing. I expect that most (but not all) of the people who have me on their friends-of list do, perhaps a few other livejournalers, possibly a few people without livejournals, and of course, the occasional Pushers of The Button of Randomness.
If I don't know you yet, hi :) *waves*
So many wonderful people. I wish I could add you all.b
So many pixels on a screen. Amazing how they've changed my life; how they've made me think, how they've touched my heart, how they've fed my soul and helped me to grow.
There are folks that I miss-- people who were once here, who made an indelible impression on me-- darkbloom, happypage, sanssouci... there are dozens, really. I keep hoping they'll return.c There are others, too-- ones who were once a major presence here, who are either taking breaks or just not into it much anymore. I miss them, too. And there are many still here, chugging along, sharing their lives.
My life has been changed by you, by all of you, for the better. Thank you.
Before livejournal, I wouldn't show my face on the net. I had many dear online friends, but not a one of them knew my first name. I was in a crappy relationship with a jealous, overbearing individual. I questioned my intelligence (or lack of it) dailyd. I partied regularly.
If I hadn't met you, would I have left that guy? If I hadn't met you, would I have bought my house? Would I have built my computer? Would I have become the person I am today?
I'm on firmer ground now, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually than I was three years ago, two years ago, even last year-- but also find myself busier than ever, on all fronts. Unfortunately, when my life gets busy, my posting increases, and the signal to noise ratio drops significantly. More drecky braindumps, less substance. I hope, over the next yeare my signal strength improves.
I may have to cut back on reading at some point to do it. Whom am I kidding. I know I have to cut back. Perhaps I'll prune the friends list a little.f Maybe I'll just add everybody and do filters. Maybe I'll sink or skim. Knowing me, I'll probably give myself a lesson or ten in speedreading.g
But I need to find the time to celebrate the positive again. To walk in the woods, to draw and illustrate, to explore my little world with eyes wide open to the tiny miracles that people it. To take a few moments now and again to craft an entry with substance, to share the Wonderful.
I'll put it on my to-do list ;)
Well, three years, and I never expected this. So who knows what the future holds. Not I.
But I suspect there will be footnotes.h :)
Thanks to you, to each and every one of you, for making these last three years a delight.
Here's to many more *clink!*
As always, hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough :)
a Looking for my darned aeroplan number!
b Stupid linear time, always cutting into my plans!
c Patrick, if you ever read this, know that I miss you most of all.
d And honestly, there wasn't much evidence of anything worth questioning.
e Years and years and years and years, I hope.
f I don't know if I could bear to get rid of anyone!
g If you're an addict and you know it clap your hands! (Wait-- that would require taking my hands off the keyboard, now, wouldn't it!)
h Sung in the key of toe.
z It all began here for me.