Happy Blogiversary to Me!

Tomorrow* The Engagement Project turns one.

What a difference a year makes. When I wrote my inaugural post, I envisioned a blog about self betterment through healthy eating, exercise and self discovery.

Then I realized that was incredibly obnoxious.

I don’t know that the Eff I’m doing. I’m just stumbling around over here. So instead of lecturing you on how to improve, I just figured I’d invite you to stumble along.

A few of you have been with me for most of this first year, watching me fumble through a doomed relationship, spoil a bunch of first dates, obsess about the unattainable Super Ex and suddenly run smack dab into Mister Me, who has turned my usual approach to love and relationships [sardonic mocking coupled with emotional detachment] on its head.

Others of you found me when I aired one of my more spectacular drunken episodes and ended up on Freshly Pressed. You were probably fairly nervous about my alcohol dependency. I hope I’ve fooled you shown you that I’m actually a fairly well-balanced adult.

Whether you’re new or old or just randomly ended up here searching “how to destroy my boyfriend” [don’t act all innocent, I can see my search term stats and that is high on the list], I just want you to know I appreciate you. Thanks for chilling with me, laughing with me, crying with me and occasionally judging me. It keeps me in line.

Everyone please raise your mimosa;** Here’s to another year of life’s decorative sprinkles; the good, the gnarly and the cream-filled centers. May the wind always be at our backs and the martinis at our lips. And when everything goes a little sideways and we’re left dealing with a steaming crap-pile of emotions, may we at least find the proverbial nipper of brandy in the desk drawer of life.

Cheers,
Bea

*I’d have posted this tomorrow, my actual blogiversary, but I’ll be on my way to New Orleans with my two best ladies. Plus, if I’ve learned nothing else from blogging for a year, it’s certainly taught me never to post on a Friday.

**You don’t start your Thursdays with a mimosa? Come on people, that’s just basic nutrition.