Right on Schedule
Posted by Becca Cord
What you are about to read is an excerpt from my very first blog post, written exactly one year ago to date and apparently before I knew what a tag or a decent title was.
This post will mark the beginning of an experiment for me. Today will be spent exploring this place, and figuring out what it is all about. I have a specific job in mind for the future, in a place far from where I am now. Being efficient in WordPress is one of the skills I will need if I ever hope to get there. If my course changes between now and then, I can, at the very least, eliminate “Create a Blog” from my bucket list. [...]
Basically, this will turn in to what it turns in to. It could very well just end up being a pile of laundry that never gets hung up.
I remember where I was before I wrote this.I was floating with the current of a stream. The stream was not unpleasant. It was lukewarm, steady. Which isn’t ideal if you are talking about a bath, but for streams it’s okay. The stream was predictable, save for a few sporadic tree limbs here and there, and there were no dams or sudden drop offs to worry about. I was easily but hardly enthusiastically riding this stream and dealing with its insignificant obstacles when suddenly I thought, “Where is this taking me?”
That’s when everything shifted. I realized I couldn’t place where this stream was ultimately leading me or why I was so content with mindlessly floating towards such a vague destination. While continuing to drift at the same pace, I looked around. I looked back behind me, up-stream. I knew I was looking for something, but it felt like trying to find my car in the movie theater parking lot without the panic button.
Finally, I saw a glimpse of something. It was impossibly fuzzy but equally as clear in its aura and had a familiarity about it. I immediately dug my feet into the mud at the bottom of my stream to rest at a halt. Hypnotized almost immediately, I began thrashing my way towards it. Despite the uncertainty I felt surrounding this mirage I had spotted, something relentlessly compelled me to fight the current.
Does anyone else instantly think of urine when reading the word stream? I know all of you do, so stop that. This is supposed to be a serious post. Back to the meaning of this whole metaphorical
stream lazy river story.
The creation of this blog was a catalyst in my life that changed my direction. It was the halting foot in the mud. The turnaround was towards a life that no one told me was attainable. It was the mirage that I’ve come to realize is anything but.
The Becca before the blog was a self doubting, play it safe kind of gal with absolutely no tolerance for risk taking. In my head it was always, “Follow the leader. Do as you are told. Follow the rules. Be compliant.”
Today I think about the before Becca. Before all of the rusty first posts, ideas that sparked from a simple hole in my slice of bread, or my first taste of a following. I think about before the laughs, the inside jokes, and the friendships, partnerships, and relationships that have evolved. Before Movember, Freshly Pressed, or delving into video editing. I think about what it was like before I could fathom having any real control over where my life was going. Fuck before.
Thank you to every single person I have met through blogging who connected with me on some level, helped me, supported me, pep talked me, laughed with me, laughed at me, tolerated me talking about my cat, and didn’t judge me for my long john obsession. You and I are the ones who got me to this new confident state I am in and allowed me to turn my whole perspective around. I am now fighting the current, but I have the advantage of control to navigate my way around the obstacles instead of helplessly letting the downstream current drag me into them. I can also actually see the outline of where I am headed, and it looks more defined every day.
When I cheesily named my blog 25toFly and wrote that stab in the dark first post, I had broadly defined my destination. In four months I will be 25. Fly time. And I have every reason to believe I am still right on schedule. But for today my blog is one year old, and so is Becca. The real Becca
please stand up.
Blogger Summit 2013 update tomorrow!
About Becca CordBecca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.
Posted on March 20, 2013, in How I Knew, Humor and tagged 25tofly, 25tofly meaning, Becca Cord, bloggers, blogiversary, chasing dreams, creative writing, first blog post, fly, funny blog on wordpress, goals, life, metaphors, milestones, Movember, Relationships, Stream, stream of urine, success, thank you to bloggers, Travel, WordPress, Writing, writing career. Bookmark the permalink. 93 Comments.