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Recently I've been going through all of my old blog posts. Ones from 2006, 2007, 2008. The last time I switched hosting and themes I lost all of my featured images (🔝🔝🔝) so I've been replacing those. I've been updating broken links. I've been adding more photos since I used to only post one or two and then link to now-defunct gallery pages for more. I've been cleaning up typos, adding alt tags, cross linking, writing meta descriptions. And, wherever possible, I've been reworking them to align with my SEO strategy. Of course, most of the posts are hopeless. They are...

Back in January, I made a promise to myself that I was going to write two blog posts a week, every week, all year, no matter what. I needed to get back into writing. I needed to sit down and just do it already. I needed to push myself to have some discipline. For a while I was doing amazing with that goal, posting twice, every week, no matter what it took. There were times I'd spend my entire weekend at my laptop. There were nights I'd be up until 3am perfecting a post. There were days I'd wake up early...

Ten years ago I posted my first blog post. I'm not even going to bother to link to it because all it said was "this is my first blog post!!!" and then I announced that I was going to teach myself Movable Type because Movable Type was totally a thing and kind of like Wordpress but not Wordpress and I'm not even sure anyone uses it anymore. (Whatever, here it is if you really want to read it. I'll wait the two seconds for you to come back) But anyways. That was ten years ago. That was, according to my Wordpress...

I can't do everything. That's something hard for a control-freak like myself to admit, but it's true. I. can't. do. everything. Now, I'm the kind of girl who wants to do everything, who tries to do everything, who wants to do it all herself, even if it's beyond me. I can learn. I can do it. I can figure it out. I can. In some ways it's a good quality to have. I pick up so many more skills that way. "I'll figure it out," is one of my favorite things to say at work because I consider it a challenge if...

The rehearsal room was packed with employees sitting in rows of fold-out metal chairs. I tapped my pen against my notepad remarking to a coworker next to me that I didn't even know why I'd brought one. I am currently just a temp at work. Though I'm filling in as the digital marketing coordinator, a role I held there for nearly five years before I quit to travel, right now, I'm just a temp. "Interim." So attending a quarterly company meeting, when I knew I wouldn't still be working there a quarter from now, had little to do with me. And...

You could say that my time at World Travel Market (this big deal exhibition in London where tourism boards from every country set up big elaborate booths and travel bloggers go around trying to get free trips or "form relationships" or whatever) was a complete failure. While many of my travel blogging friends had meeting left and right and schmoozed their way into a calendar full of press trips, I walked around aimlessly, avoiding eye contact, and just wanting to curl up in a corner and cry. And then a panda bear kind of molested me. And then a guy who owns...

It was a sign. I wasn't supposed to go to Ireland. I wasn't supposed to go to TBEX - the travel blogging conference I had been holding a ticket for for months. I was supposed to turn around and stay home and stay far away from traveling to a part of the world I couldn't afford to travel to in the first place. I had reluctantly boarded the plane to Dublin, Ireland that afternoon and, when it took off, right on schedule, I thought, "this is it, I'm actually still doing this." I was actually still doing this. Half an...

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and...

Five years ago today I posted my first blog entry. So much has changed since my first confused post. I switched blogging platforms. I went through a redesign. I got a passport. I went to Europe. I went to Europe again. I hooked up with two Canadians. I traveled the country. I drove to Alaska. I became a superfan of competitive eating. I quit my job. I found a new job. I saw free opera. I bought a DSLR. I bought a better DSLR. I watched my friends get married. I met my nephew. I got a masters degree. I...