*blinks in disbelief*

*rubs eyes*

One year ago today I didn’t really know what a blog was. Or how to write one. Really. Please don’t trawl through to find my first post.

Something made me write and once I had started I wrote some more. And some more.

And here I am, one whole year later.

I think I know what a blog is now. I know what mine is anyway, and what it means to me. I still write. I have to write. A year ago my virtual space was nothing, and then people started to read. Right now this very second I am still trying to pick my jaw up off the floor after the shock that I am a finalist in the MADs…

*blinks*

Blogging is awesome, bloggers are (mostly) awesome. You are awesome. No, really, you are.

I have written about cakes and panic attacks and birth and depression.

I have met some lovely people and become addicted to reading their equally wonderful blogs.

But you ain’t seen nothing yet!

I get cake for a bloggiversary, right?