I feel old.
I can’t believe I finally reached such an awkward age. But I have. The numbers can’t lie.
This is my 250th post.
I still remember those yesterdays when I was struggling to reach 100. Now, I’m 250. Break out the walker and the horse pills, Granny. I’ve officially hit the downslope to what is called, Blogger Addiction.
Really, if you can’t get away from this social network at your 25th mark, then you are doomed to a life of shaky hands and aching eyes and the smell of stale Doritos crumbs wafting from between the computer keys. If you’re one of the smart people, you learned to pace your stories so that you’ll still have something fresh to spout out on a regular basis.
When thinking back, I never knew how this Blogger thing would work for me. During my first year, I only posted four times a month (or less). Now, I’m up to three times a week. Am I prolific enough to post more? Do I have the creative juices to slap in something fresh and original?
I know there is one regular reader of my blog who is nodding his head empathetically. Truthfully, I could post a story twice a day - between 1200 and 2300 words long. That’s how prolific I’ve become.
Of course, I’m not crazy enough to actually DO THIS!
So enjoy my three-times-a-week posts and the fact I have such a weak willpower to not fight off the devil called Blogger as I have fought off all those other social networking evils. I’ve succumbed to the addiction and reached my 250th post.
I don’t know whether to cheer or weep.