Three years ago today, I sat on the couch with my falling apart laptop and published my very first blog post.
The months prior, Jack would poke me in the shoulder with a spatula while he cooked dinner. You should start a blog. You should start a blog. You should really start a blog. Can I help you start your blog? Roo. Roo. Roo. Roo. Roo.
“Okay, fine, but I think you’re burning my sandwich.”
I was super nervous, and was afraid that – like many projects I had started and gave up on – I’d enthusiastically blog for a month and then go back to making carpet angels on the floor while the girls napped. I decided I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and see if it gained a little steam on the magical Internet all by itself. I quietly stalked a blogger, hashed out ideas with Jack, and then finally just… started.
I was writing to myself for awhile. But then I got a couple of pageviews! And then I got my first comment! I was really enjoying writing, and blogging had become a fun creative outlet to look forward to daily. Jack loves to tell me this story – I was sitting in the kitchen, and I’m like Jack, I think… I think I might hit a hundred pageviews today. :D :D :D :D :D
It took me a few months to finally work up the nerve to “go public” with it, but I have not looked back since. I realized that all of those projects I couldn’t bring myself to finish was not because I was easily distracted or noncommittal, but because I hadn’t yet found what I loved to do… which is write. Aaaaand text with Emojis, but is there a career in that?
This year I went from NiceGirlNotes to NEON FRESH, but it’s all the same with just a little name swap. Here’s a little nostalgic look back at just a few of the design changes I went through. You’ll see why I can never get a tattoo – I’m noncommittal when it comes to design. Thank you, 19 year old Roo, for not getting that Dave Matthews Band fire dancer tattooed on our back like you wanted to back then. *stare*
This last one might have been my favorite. I think I’m becoming increasingly minimalist (read: also boring).
Have any been reading long enough to recognize some of these? If so, thanks for sticking around for the long haul. If you’re new, thanks for finding me. I appreciate all of you very much. C’mere. Give me a hug. COME ON. DON’T… FIGHT…. IT.
My arms are ready.