I once read ten years old is the safest age to be, but now I can’t find that statistic anywhere. What’s my point? I’m not sure, except I’m here to say the blog, My Blonde Life, turned double-digits this week!
As usual, I bought a cake. And as usual, we ate it, celebrating the silent family member who has spoken 520 times into our lives now.
An anonymous someone sent me the following note this week:
On behalf of many other readers of the My Blonde Life blog, congratulations, Tamara Jorell, on ten years of thought-provoking, humorous, tear-jerking entries! These ten years have flown by for those of us who look forward to a Thursday dose of reality perspectives different from our own, with frequent timely pokes at our lethargy of spirit about important matters. You have made us snort, sniffle, and chortle out loud, all while reading the weekly post and sitting in an empty room.
Thank you for resisting common clichés by kneading each sentence so the creative yeast can work its effect. Thank you for your meticulous attention to sentence structure and grammatical correctness with bee-worthy spelling precision, all of which help your teacher-readers breathe easier as they inhale that yeasty creative goodness!
Thank you for all those mental notes you make as you experience daily life. Thanks for the notes that make it into strings of words in those early hours when you fight the writer’s blocks that hover Jenga-like over your racing thoughts. Your words have made a difference in the lives of your readers, so keep writing!
Thank you, readers, for coming along for the adventure! Let’s see what happens now.
Left to right: Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka