If you asked my friends and family to choose 100 words to describe me, risk-taker wouldn’t make anyone’s list. I like to take things slowly, mull over ideas, analyze them to death, and then consider all possible outcomes. If the opportunity hasn’t passed by then, I make my move. It should come as no surprise with an operating system like mine that it took 9 months to decide to begin my blogging adventure. The only way I could make this idea palatable was if I promised myself that I would only experiment with blogging for the summer and, in the event of public humiliation, the real me could hide behind Paprika. Creating the blog on WordPress took another few weeks. After all of that cogitation, I still had to find the mental energy and creativity to write a post. Finally, on June 17, 2011, I clicked the publish button for the first time then demonstrated superhuman strength to suppress my urge to vomit. Once my finger released that key, I knew there was no going back. My words would be out there floating around the blogosphere never to be reeled back in. Anyone could read them, or no one would read them. I wasn’t sure which would have been worse. Not knowing any other bloggers, I was in completely uncharted waters and had no idea what to expect from this experience. I should rephrase that and clarify. I did have expectations; a very long list of bad expectations.
What never made my list of expectations was that one year later I would still be writing Good Humored and people would be willing to read it. I have a lot of people to thank for helping me reach this milestone and proving to me that sometimes, I am my own worst enemy. My friends and family were my first readers. They kept coming back each week even after I stopped bribing them to read. My mother-in-law, Rosemary,
forced encouraged her friends to read my blog by inundating their e-mail inboxes until they gave in and subscribed. Soon after that, other bloggers started to find Good Humored. They left “likes”, took the time to write comments telling me how my story reminded them of something in their own lives or that I had made them laugh. They offered me awards and recommended me to their readers. All of that collective kindness and generosity gave me the confidence and encouragement I needed to keep writing. My expectations about the blogosphere couldn’t have been more wrong and it has left me at a loss for words, except for these two: thank you!