Blowing my own trumpet

I’m feeling less tired, less stressed and more relaxed than yesterday, thank God, so I’m going to take this opportunity to give myself a lift by mentioning a few positives.

Friday’s blog was number 2200! If I stopped writing today, it would still be nearly 200 years before the calendar year overtakes the number of blogs I’ve posted. That’s a pretty meaningless statistic, admittedly, but this is about me feeling better about myself, so go with it.

On a similar theme – one more blog after this one and I will break my record for the most blogs posted in one calendar year, and I STILL have the whole of December to go! It may yet be that my little target of banging out 250 in a year is reached by the end of ’18.

I hope so. I doubt I’ll ever get anywhere near this amount again, so I might as well push on through for another 6 weeks and try to achieve something that might have been considered impossible in my darker days. That would certainly be better than resting on my laurels and convincing myself that I can take my foot off the gas from here on in, having swamped the internet with my shit enough already this year.

Next year (stop me if I’ve mentioned this before at any point) we’ll have a baby in the house, so I don’t know how regularly I’ll be able to commit to blogging. Unless I become one of those dads that updates the Web every time their kid has a shit or gargles something that sounds like a word.

Which I assure you I will not.

RC 20-11-18