I forgot until I remembered: Column has belated birthday
I'm a little late, but it's worth mentioning that a few weeks ago marked the 12-year anniversary of this column. I generally acknowledge it here, because let's face it if I don't toot my own horn, who will? BUT, as in life, like a struggling marriage, anniversaries are sometimes overlooked, and I totally forgot until I remembered.
And really, the only reason I remembered is because I have an app on my phone that looks back to previous years and reminds me of the dumb things I post on social media. So a few years ago I posted it was my column anniversary and my daughter brought me a flower.
Just for the record, there were no flowers this year.
Another way I remember the date is because, years ago, I wrote about my anniversary falling on the same date as David Cassidy's birthday. He was my childhood crush, and as a pop singer and Keith Partridge on "The Partridge Family," the source of much longing in the heart of a 10-year old girl.
Now he has spoken out that he has dementia, which only proves that both of us have gotten markedly older. Oh, David, the fun we could have had!
Incidentally, when I just Googled David Cassidy to check up on him, I noticed that one thread says he is 5 feet, 6 inches and another says he is 5 feet, 8 inches. Women do that with our weight on our drivers license, David, and I don't blame you a bit. I know what I really weigh, but that driver's license weight is how I'll be remembered in this world.
Anyway, I digress.
So it's been a fun ride spouting lots of nonsense to you over the past 12 years. While I've had my share of haters (think "you've got to start writing better columns!") many of you kindly reach out to me around town and remind me why I love to do this. Most of you say it reminds you of when your kids were growing up, which only goes to show that we're all sort of in the same mess.
Some of you have really made me laugh. Like the lady who told me about a month ago, "I've been reading your column since 1992." Well, if you do the math, I started in 2005, so I don't know what she's been reading since 1992, but it hasn't been this column.
Another lady told me recently, "I used to love reading your columns," a subtle hint of the obscurity that is nipping at my heels as I miss deadlines and struggle with the changes in my life, and my own relevance in the process.
Sometimes I think about stopping, and I suspect that sometimes my editors also think about me stopping, but it is your kind words of encouragement that have kept me going. And for that, I thank you.
Twelve more years? Probably not, unless I win the lottery and have lots of new things to write about. Actually ... would I continue to write if I won the lottery?
That's material for another column. Meanwhile, blessings to you all, and thanks to those editors who have tolerated me year after year.