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From there, I bumbled and fumbled my way along, exploring all the infinite details of marketing my blog, gaining readers and followers, adapting various formatting tools to my own needs and learning. Always learning. That learning process continues today, more than a year later, and I doubt it will ever end. Blogging and the blog-o-sphere is a fluid world, ever changing to fit the new dynamics of the internet and new programming brain child creations of widgets, gadgets and flashy fun things.
Around the time of my one year anniversary, or blog-o-versary, I began to realize that many of the dear friends I've made in the blogging world had also created their own blogs around the same time I created Healing Morning. I still find this to be rather apropo and fascinating. Was it an accident that we all decided to venture into the world of blogging at the end of the summer of 2009? I don't think it was an accident at all. I think there was very sure, clear, beautiful purpose and Divine Order and logic to the whole thing.
We became what I am now calling The Blogging Class of 2009. In a sense, we all started a new school, just as we did with first grade in elementary school. These people, regardless of linear age, are my contemporaries in the school of blogging. We've all struggled with various ephemeral classes such as Content, Marketing, Advertising, Gadgets and Widgets, Embedding Photographs and more. Some of us turned out to shine more brightly and show more aptitude than others in certain "classes". We have banded together to support and encourage one another, to cheer one another on with victorious moments, and to be the proverbial hand to hold in sad times. A few of us have dropped off the face of active blogging, and that's a natural progression to a degree.
It is said that there are literally millions of "orphan blogs" cluttering up the blog-o-sphere, where people just abandoned the poor things when they found the task of daily maintenance to be too burdensome. Again, this is a natural occurrence. As with all things, there is a season. Some blogs just aren't meant to last forever.
For the current moment, my Blogging Class of 2009 is still mostly intact. There is a core group of us who are earnestly tapping away at our keyboards on a regular basis, giving birth and voice to a wide range of topics and mindset on our respective blog pages. I find it fascinating, how we all migrated together within that one to two month time period of late summer of 2009.
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Where will this particular, intimate Blogging Class of 2009 grow? Where will we all land in the creative process? Personally, I hope there is no evident end in sight for any of us. I would wish for all of us to endlessly flourish, to continually grow, to tirelessly excel and dream. What I can say with certainty is that an unseen bond exists between all of us. I believe we all subconsciously entered the world of blogging for a larger purpose, with one of them being for all of us to connect in this seemingly random manner. Accidents, my friends, do not exist - I think most of us are aware of this. The Blogging Class of 2009 happened for a reason. Great things have come as a result already and more great things will be created in the future.
As we reach the end of another calendar year, I will very soon celebrate another one year anniversary - that of Authentic Blogger on Facebook. As the snow falls softly outside my office window tonight, I have been very reflective. This happens to me every year in December, as I cast my mind back over what I have lived and experienced in the past twelve months. Through whatever whim of Fate and the Unseen Guiding Hand of Light, I landed right slap in the midst of the Blogging Class of 2009. I am forever connected to this cozy group of creative, talented, bright individuals and find myself in excellent company. You all know who you are, and I hope you are smiling as you read this post. I vote that we create some bumper stickers, maybe a class t-shirt, plan a Senior Trip in three more years, and talk up a class reunion at some point. This was our Freshman Year, and I believe we have all done ourselves proud with our writing endeavors.
Well met, Class of 2009....well met, my friends.