September 27th 2017
Today marks my one thousandth day of consecutive blog posts here on fillingmyblanks.com. On January 1st 2015 I made a, to begin with somewhat open-ended, commitment to write and upload a blog post every day for the whole year. 1,000 days later and I haven’t missed a day. Not a single one.
It would have been really cool to have used this 1,000th post as a kind of highlights package of the last 1,000 days, that would’ve been a great idea if it hadn’t been suggested to me like an hour ago, and I’d had some time to put something together. As it is, though, I’m absolutely knackered. I’ve been on holiday in Rhodes for a week and I kind of technically landed this morning, so I’ve just slept and messed around for most of the day.
To be fair, it’s not like I’ve had no notice that this milestone was coming up. I’ve had it (metaphorically) circled in my Google Calendar for months. I knew when to expect it, I just didn’t prepare for it.
Thinking over it, there’s definitely been some highlights on here since 01/01/15:
- Graduating University.
- The three months I spent travelling Europe
- Two ski trips
- Moving into my first home with my girlfriend
- Getting my first proper job
- Starting my own magazine
I guess now that I’ve kind of done half the work I could, of course, provide links to the relevant blog posts of those given highlights, but that would render the first couple of paragraphs of this particular blog post obsolete, and I have a self-imposed word count to hit.
It’s been a good couple of years. And having this blog as a documentation of those years is a nice way of proving to myself the progress that I am making. I sometime get more annoyed at myself than I perhaps should about the direction that my life is taking. I get annoyed at myself for not doing enough, when, in retrospect, I’m doing quite well. I just could be doing better.
This blog started as a personal project. I just wanted to prove to myself that I had the commitment to do it for a year. And then I just carried on. It’s become a huge part of my life, in a weird way. Sometimes it’s a burden, but sometimes it’s inspiration.
Over the years there have been bad mental health days where I’ve just felt like sitting around the house all day, but in the end I’ve gone out and done something for the sole purpose of having something to write about at the end of the day.
Contrarily, there have also been times where I’ve had less fun for the sake of the blog. At Uni, I’d cut a night out short and go home alone four vodkas earlier than everyone else because I didn’t want to get into too bad a state and forget to write my daily blog. In fact, I’ve found that even now, I can’t get properly drunk until I’m safe in the knowledge that my blog for the day is written and uploaded. I don’t want to ruin the streak.
However, there have also been times where I’ve delayed the writing of the blog because my day didn’t get interesting until 2am, or didn’t finish until 5am.
It’s cathartic and medicinal, in a weird way. And I’ve never missed a day.
I’ve said this before, but the chances are, unless you’re my mother, you’ve not read all nine-hundred and ninety-nine previous blog posts, so I’ll say it again: I am not good at expressing my feelings and opinions verbally, but I’m much better at writing them down.
So this blog is my voice. It’s funny. First off, I mistyped that and wrote ‘this blog is my vice’ and I guess that’s true too.
It’s my vice, my voice, medicine and catharsis, a diary, an inspiration, a burden and a project. And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon, so I guess we’ll keep going.
Until tomorrow, and until two thousand…