I’m celebrating today – five years here at chinese grandma. 5! A full handful of years.
We’ve had good eats together, made discoveries, wondered and laughed. I’ve had exiting moments in this blogging adventure – the Kitchn!, Saveur! – and it’s been a joy share with you here and have you share back with me.
But in this half-decade, life also got real. You guys were with me when I turned 40; when I lost my dad and my dad-in-law; when I had a shoot-me-now health year with raging eczema followed by shingles; when I’ve had pangs of midlife angst.
Your quiet listening has helped me through. I started this blog as a restless at-home mom of four, desperate to construct a virtual room of my own. Staking out this space to create, to think and to learn has given me calm. Writing here is like a meditation – an opportunity for me to step back, analyze, digest and breathe.
I had four little people when this all started – aged 1 to 8 – and now they are 6 to 13, half-grown to grinning down at me. I no longer fantasize about my phantom life, my independent pre-parenthood existence. Instead I am incredulous that I am on the flip side, nearing again a house without the boisterous activity of kids.
I wish I could say five years of blogging has made me a smooth pro, but I can’t. Sometimes I’m bursting to share something fresh and cool with you. More often I go through a comical cycle of despair, rejected attempts and insecurity until I slowly, finally get to something I think might be worth reading.
Some posts connect with you more than others, and I can never predict which – I just launch my little word vessels, built to the best of my ability, and enjoy the brief satisfaction of completion before getting to work on the next.
Five years here and 43 years of living have taught me one thing for certain about this earthly life: it’s about getting up, trying our best, learning with honesty and humility, and getting up again. This is how the game is played. If we don’t make the effort, we atrophy. If we ignore lessons, we get stuck on repeat.
So I keep at it, for better and worse, and I love it. When something connects with you, or when you love a recipe I’ve shared, I am grateful to my toes.
I am thrilled to celebrate five years at chinese grandma with you all, and I am sending you squeezy hugs and high fives and fist bumps.
Oh, and cake! Buttery, blueberry-y blogiversary cake. read on…