So, my blog turned 4 a few weeks back and I missed it. 7/30/11 passed with a whimper and no hint of a bang.
Sorry about that, lemmonex.com. I will take you to the toy store and you can get whatever you want.
This blog started on a whim. I poured my heart and soul in to it as I tried to piece my life together after a rough break up that left me homeless and heartbroken. The breakup also lead to this amazing period of self-discovery and creative exploration. And I know how obnoxiously “Eat, Pray, Love” that sounds, but I found myself stuffing my face with meatballs and bourbon, not exploiting other cultures and taking exotic lovers.
Well, there were some exotic men, but that is a whole other post.
My life has changed a lot over the past four years; new and lost friends, finally living alone, another unspoken and soul grinding heartbreak that I clawed myself out of, knuckles bloodied and dignity mostly in tact. I have worked on myself a lot, had some set backs, dealt with a lot of health shenanigans.
I turned thirty and I only had a mild heart attack. This is a feat in and of itself.
I have made a heap ton of friends from this blog, people I never would have met and who still wanted to meet me despite my narcissism. My people, you have found me and I you.
I look back at some of my old posts and I cringe. Some of the old stuff is far too raw and unpolished, but it is where I was, I suppose. I tell myself it is all part of the process so I don’t die of embarassment.
As I explore other writing, I know I am not here as much as I used to be. But this will always be home, where it started and where I feel most safe. Thank you for reading and commenting and becoming my friends, in real life and through the tubes. I cannot wait to see where the next four years takes me.
I know it will include a lot of Prosecco. Some things will never change.
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Happy 4th birthday Lemmonex.com! Thanks for sticking with it Lexa
Our blogs are the same age! Mine turned four in June. They’d probably be in the same class at school.
Congrats!
I have been reading for all four of those years, Lexa. And I will read for another four years…and more! You are, BY FAR, one of my most favorite bloggers—always so unfailingly honest, funny, genuine, sassy, and refreshingly unapologetic. I have read so many of your posts and found myself nodding, mumbling, “Yep, uh huh, been there, feeling that…”, especially in and around turning 30.
I am so glad you’ve kept writing all these years. And I am raising a glass of bubbly in your and Lemmonex.com’s honor!!
I’ve missed the last three anniversaries of my blog, I think, and for me it always indicates just how much of a part of my life it is. Congratulations!
Happy belated blogday darling. Thanks it your blog, you were my first internet friend.
xoxo
Better late than never! Happy, happy belated to Lemmonex.com. You bring wisdom, wit, laughter, and soul into my life. Thanks, Lexa.
Mine both turn six year this year. I refuse to accept that. And I feel the same way about my humble personal blog; it’s my messy room, and that’s why I like it. Congrats!
Happy belated blogoversary! I think the blogs are here to save us…it sounds like yours did the trick.
I’m so happy you started writing and sharing because otherwise I would never have had the chance to know you. You’re hilarious, beautiful, talented and inspiring. I’m lucky to know you.
Happy blogiversary!
Congratulations, my friend. You are a strong, fantastic writer & show the kind of guts that many of us - myself included - hope to have someday.
My blog turns four in a couple of days! Crazy how things change - and yet don’t at all.
Happy blog birthday! I’d take it out, buy it drinks and hold its hair if it could do that sort of thing.
congrats on four years my friend! if it wasn’t for this blog, even with our small world connection here in new england, i wouldn’t have found you in the way i did, and i wouldn’t love you nearly as much. here’s to a wonderful next four years! cheers!
You? Are one of the good ones. I could tell that right off at last Saturday’s dinner. Keep on doing what you’re doing. And also: Don’t make me kill your dewy face for having a mild heart attack at turning 30.
XO!