I just realized something today. My five-year anniversary with my husband actually marked the one-year anniversary of Project M. Holy crap! *Throwing imaginary confetti across the blogosphere*
In celebration, I’ve decided to remix and repost some of my old stuff. But to you, it will probably be new stuff, because the posts I’m reposting are the ones I wrote when I had like six readers and five of them were my cousins and the other one was my mom.
Those posts have no comments and were written at a time when I was filled with a constant sense of despair because no one knew who I was and I was a failure and no one was ever going to love me. Also, I didn’t know how to insert images and all my posts were more than a thousand words which I have since learned is absolutely ridonculous for the web. So I’ve done some editing to make them more readable.
Here is my first blog post ever written, posted on our wedding anniversary last year. In it, I explore one of the reasons I started Project M. Please leave a comment so that I don’t have to feel like everything I’ve ever written has been for naught and that I will never amount to anything. I’m — I’m kind of neurotic about that, and feeling unusually vulnerable today.
Thanks for making it an awesome year of learning and growing, you guys. I have learned so much from my generous, thoughtful readers. Thanks for taking time out of your day to see what some Mennonite girl in Ontario is thinking about marriage, and for offering your insights. Project M has been a real blessing to me, and it’s all because of you! *Putting hands over heart in gratitude*
Image courtesy of Elina Nilsson.