Just one week into a three month holiday to the USA, I'd decided to fly back to Tasmania to try and save my relationship with Christie ... only to find she had cleared out her stuff in the short time I'd been away. Although it took a few months too completely sink in - I was alone. I was without a job, I was the fattest and most unfit I'd ever been and I was miserable.
I was pretty much at one of the lowest points in my life, but, fortunately, somewhere in that morass of self pity, that little voice of mine that doesn't give up even when I do, told me to just sit down and think again about what I enjoyed in life. It wanted to keep fighting, to start again.
|It was time to build a new fairytale ...|
At the top of the list of things I love to do were:
- travel, exploration and cycling;
- travel-blogging (I loved to write);
- photography; and
- anything to do with computers (programming, databases ... you name it, I loved it).
I used the name "TassieRambler", both because in my last job, some of the scientists I dealt with accused me of "rambling a bit too much" in my writing and ideas, and because I liked the idea of rambling the paths no one else did. I liked being a rambler.
No one read that post, but they weren't really supposed too.
This blog was part of my healing process, it was recording new positive memories in my life to help me move forward and recover myself. It was a blog for me. I had lost my best friend and partner, and this blog was my new friend, it motivated me to go out on weekends and do things, I could pretend I was connecting to others, just by writing and recording what I was doing, and at its heart I just loved the writing process.
For almost a year, that's how it stayed, I did stuff and blogged and got fitter and happier. I pretty much kept to myself, but I started helping out with a couple of websites, and then I set up my own site. Life was good. I was doing the things that I loved.
Then someone started reading some of the stuff I was writing and my hit counts started slowly going up. Somewhere along the line I passed 1000 pageviews, then I got my first comment and my first follower ...
In the last six months, my page-views have jumped from around 3,000 to just over 10,000. A milestone.
I realise that this number is still very small in the scheme of things, especially as Kim claims that 8,000 of those are from her, but as my happiness has returned, I guess I'm happy if even a few people out there are enjoying what I write, though to be honest, I still write these blogs mainly for myself.
With that in mind, I did get my first "Oops, I better watch what I write" moment when I posted an entry on a certain author last week, only to have said author leave a comment on my blog the next day ... fortunately I had written nice things about his book ... well about everything but the cover of his book ...
Over the past few months, I've also received some wonderful comments from people who have discovered my tassietrails.org website and gone off on rides that they didn't know had existed.
I love getting those comments because, unlike this blog, tassietrails has been set up for other people to read and I can't tell you how wonderful it is when someone takes the time to say "thank you" when they don't have to.
Yep, it's my blogs 2nd anniversary on the 25th July, a milestone, and to celebrate it ... I won't be here ... well I won't be in Tasmania at least.
I'll be off traveling overseas, and blogging ... no doubt on my iPad.
|Zion National Park, where my last trip ended. My next trip will end here as well.|
Small steps lead to small wonders, and small wonders lead to happiness.
To anyone who reads this, thanks for joining me on a small part of my adventure.