The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,700 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.
Well that was fun! I always like seeing what WordPress found to be worthy of highlighting at the end of the year. See ya’ll in 2014!
I don’t really make New Years resolutions because I don’t want to set myself up to fail. I wonder if that isn’t a cop out. I’ve also never really been a goal setter. I also wonder if that isn’t setting ones sights a little low so their is little room for failure? No goals, no resolutions, no reason to get your hopes up. I also don’t have many dreams that come to mind for my future if I am asked. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing really for me to fulfill or go after.
Or do I?
Maybe I have them and just don’t wish to voice them. Maybe I have them and am afraid to admit them. Maybe I have them and think YOU would think they are silly or too small or too big or unattainable or a waste of time or pointless or stupid or not really my dreams. Maybe I have them and don’t know what to do with them or how to accomplish them or even how to define them. Maybe I have them and don’t know why they matter. Maybe I think they are too small or too big.
Maybe I have them and have never given myself permission to allow them to surface. Maybe I’ve been too afraid of you and too afraid of me. Maybe I’ve been judging us both. Maybe I’ve allowed the judgment of others to push those dreams deeper and deeper under the surface and together we’ve buried them where they can barely be heard.
Maybe it’s time to do something about that…
We are headed home from Christmas with my side of the family. It was nice to get to spend some time with everyone even if a big chunk of that time seemed to be spent sitting in the same room on various forms of technology. Books, games and social media seem to have taken over much of life. It seems to me they have moved in to the places that once held silence, face to face connection and imagination.
It makes me wonder what it was like before all this technology. It makes me wonder what it was like for the adults. I know what it was like as a kid without the technology when we went to the grandparents for the Christmas break. If it was warm enough we’d be out on some part of the farm using our imagination to create some adventure dressed in our Grandpa’s boots and coat. Inside the house, we’d play with our new toys. Truthfully, I remember more about the outdoor adventures than the ones spent indoors.
Maybe technology has taken over where things like knitting and whittling a stick left off. Maybe it’s just the newest thing to do with your hands when you are sitting still. The problem for me is I can’t do both. I can’t effectively carry on a conversation going on in the room when I’m engaged in one on my phone or Kindle or IPad or whatever. Of course, I’m fairly confident I wouldn’t be able to count stitches like my happy hooker friends and carry on a conversation either. I am sure I’d need to keep my eyes on the stick and the knife unless I wanted to spend part of my holiday being stitched up.
I don’t know what the “good old days” were like before technology took over. I know I love technology and the way it enables me to stay connected with friends far away. I love the way it enables me to stay connected with friends I never want to lose.
I just hope it doesn’t cause us to miss out on the face to face connections because we are better able to communicate thru out fingers than our eyes and mouth.