I’ve said it before and today more than ever it’s true: I feel like an old lady when I think about the Web, how far it’s come, how long I’ve been publishing and playing on it and how much it’s changed my life. As of Monday, I will have devoted six years to this web site, which is, really, at its core, a diary with no locks or hiding place.
After checking out Ryan’s beautifully redesigned site and reading about his own web site’s start six years ago, I realize I’m probably not the only one who feels this way.
We gave birth to an idea, fed it time and energy, let it play with the other kids and watched it grow. We learned, we got recognized, we fell off the face of the earth and we always came back for more.
I imagine us old folks crowded on benches around the playground while our children run and slide and swing, musing how, even if our kids can sometimes be a real pain in the ass, we are so damn proud of them — and of us, for raising them.
We did something good. We built something, we made connections, we expressed ourselves, we fooled around, we gave each other hope in really trying times and we kept on going.
And, really, if I could, I would pinch each and every web site’s cheeks today because I think they are such beautiful little miracles of life.