I woke up this morning, and as the sunlight crept through the cracks of my curtains, the realisation struck me like a hammer, prompting me to open my eyes wide, after I’d swiped my phone alarm onto the floor. I’m Eight. 8.
I, Paris B, am 8 years old today.
Naturally, in human years I’m not (I’m a lot older) but my blog existence and online persona today celebrates the 8th year of existence, with just as many hiccups.
As I do at this time, I tend to reflect on how I’ve survived the blogging jungle and what I would do or do differently. In my 6th year I confessed my blogging sins and in my 7th year I talked about passion. I didn’t know what to talk about this year, because I almost didn’t make it to my 8th.
I’d toyed with the idea of closing the doors and drawing the curtains last year. The feeling lasted a while, as I tried to get to grip with things. Perhaps, what I wanted to deal with was disappointment and failure and not a small amount of frustration with the way things were going. But then, I realised just what it was that I had, that I knew would carry me into my 9th and hopefully 10th year of blogging.
I had you.
Yes, you. You, reading this blog post.
You, ‘talking’ to me through the comment box. You may not think a lot of the comments you leave, but every comment tells me that you relate to what I blog about, whether you agree or disagree, and I appreciate it. In fact, I welcome it and encourage it which is why I love the discussive posts we have, where you share your thoughts, and give me your ideas and suggestions. Unfortunately, this does not include you who leave nasty comments (thankfully just 1 or 2 that I bin) 😛
You, who may not comment on the blog, but who ‘talk’ to me on Instagram. It’s a social media medium I’ve chosen to cultivate above all others, because I’ve realised how much more interactive and personable it is and everyone loves a pretty picture (which isn’t saying that I take pretty pictures, but I try 😛 ). Naturally, I mean you too, who respond to me on Twitter and Facebook, the latter of which, I try but fail to grasp 😛
You, who write me emails of quiet support, and ask me questions and force me to think of the right answers. I appreciate your trust in me and it frightens me sometimes when people tell me they trust my recommendations, because I’m not a trained expert. I can’t tell you if an ingredient is good or bad, or if your oily skin would benefit from using XYZ product, or how to apply eyeshadow without looking like a panda. I can only tell you what I have experience with and I never know if that might translate to the same experience for you. Yes, it frightens me to bits.
You, who most recently, subscribe to my email newsletter and who reply and ‘talk’ and respond to my email newsletters, telling me about your experiences, your day, your festive preparations, and sharing your plans and fears, and hopes and dreams. (I have Tine to thank for giving me the push to start the newsletter) It’s my fortnightly highlight to send it out and receive your responses.
I have You.
You uplift me, you make me smile, you make me think, you give me blogging ideas, you frighten the bejesus out of me, but although I say that I blog for myself, I and MWS would not be celebrating our 8th year of talking about beauty, skincare and makeup, without all of you.
For now, that’s enough to keep me going. Thank you 🙂