Please note: this is an old post. I have been blogging for a really long time: since my childhood, in fact. Bear in mind that any opinions stated may have changed, any code snippets may no longer be considered safe or secure, and my personal circumstances are almost certainly different to what's contained herein. You have been warned...
I’m having a blog identity crisis.
My blog turned 11 years old at the end of last month. Eleven years of writing, recording, growing, maturing – some of it is lost but the majority of which is here for everyone to see, read, judge.
Instead of making plans to celebrate the occasion I’ve been making plans to move on. Badgered by a past of Pants and PHP and “the e-famous girl who ruled the blogosphere” (not my words) & I’m not really any of those people any more. The Pants lost their novelty, the PHP is strictly work and it’s amazing how quickly one loses their childless following when the only thing they’ve posted about that week is poop.
Except I can’t do it. I can’t move somewhere else, I can’t remove years and years of being me; even hidden away I’d still be the same person and people would still remember.
So here I sit in blog limbo, having a little identity crisis, wondering how I move on from this feeling of being lost at sea.