The Unplanned Pregnancy

This post is kind of special!  It’s…glitter numbers proclaiming The Chronic-ills of Rach's 200th Blog PostHe he he!  I think that means I can call myself a BLOGGER!

It was a bit accidental, becoming a blogger. I’d been doing some writing for my cousin’s website when she joined me to the Australian Blog Chicks group on facebook. Someone there recommended a blogging course.  It made me think that maybe there was a particular way to write for the web and maybe I needed to learn how.  At that time, I was in bed for a lot of every day too, so an online course seemed like just the thing.  I enrolled in the ‘Blog with Pip’ course for May 2014.

But Dysautonomia put me back in hospital just as it began. I was devastated to miss the start, but Pip set my mind at ease and encouraged me to begin anyway. Her course materials are available beyond the course dates, it was a huge relief!  However, I quickly realised that I’d need to actually have a blog to get the most out of the course.  And that is how The Chronic-ills of Rach began.  A bit like an unplanned pregnancy. Sudden, unexpected, but nice… once you get used to the idea!

And like a ‘whoopsy’ baby, the arrival of my blog illuminated the fact that having one was exactly what I have been needing, without ever knowing it!  Blogging has been wonderful for me. I’ve been able to write out things that help other people, but in doing it I have helped myself. It’s been therapeutic, educational, stretching. I’ve had a platform for discussing important issues, an opportunity to raise awareness, a space for making personal reflections, an outlet for my creativity and the beginning of a brand new direction and purpose in my life.

As a kid, I always thought of myself as a writer, but somehow the years between then and now convinced me that dream was for someone else. Like I couldn’t legitimately claim it, or it was too late, or too lofty an idea. Over the last twelve months, post by post, I’ve been claiming back my territory. That dream is mine! I am taking it back. I’ve been using my words. Like a big girl.

Thank you for reading my blog.  🙂  A blog is just a diary if no one ever reads it and I am so glad you have chosen to click on over.  Really, thanks!  You make my day, after day, after day!  Your comments, your presence, make the writing so much more meaningful for me than just navel gazing.  I have a context, we have a conversation. It warms my heart.

According to my web host, I’ve had 1,115,155 hits since I started last year.  Woohooooo!  That number makes my mind swim.  I’m blogging from a tiny country at the bottom of the world and my biggest numbers of readers come from the US, France, Germany, China, Latvia, Australia, Ukraine, Italy and Russia, in that order. Of course, some of my ‘readers’ are probably internet crawling robots, but I don’t care (!) all are welcome here, especially if they contribute to giddy numbers like the one above.  Happy days.  I am in a celebrating mood.  Might have myself a cuppa.

Well done little bloggy baby.  We’ve made 200 posts together.  We’ve made new friends. We’ve made a difference, and if the difference is only for one person who felt less alone because of my words, then it is worth all the effort.  If you are thinking of beginning a blogging journey, I can’t recommend it highly enough.  Try Pip’s outstanding course.  Get amongst it, I promise you will surprise yourself.  Blogging is a gentle, collegial, congenial way to flex your writing again.  Why not?

And if you are a blogger already, please leave a link to your blog in the comments below.  I’d love people to find your blogs through my blog. It’s a bit like a neighbourhood block party.  Blog party!  Heh!  Leave a link and tell me how blogging got born for you.

Ciao!
Rach