I am slowly emerging from that magical, sparkly time called Christmas + a perfectly timed bout with food poisoning + a soulful social media rest …and although I don’t generally believe in looking at stats, I couldn’t help but peek at the top ten posts of this past year:
Let’s see what you remember:
10. The happiness is a birthday list, in which I reminded you that I cuss, AND I really, really like Jesus. It happens.
9. Writing about leaving the big, sexy city for a move five miles south to the beachy ‘burbs. The honeymoon ended, friendlies.
8. When I got all Rage Against the Machine at the Target lady on the phone, and then apologized. Ugh. For the love of the red and white!
7. A letter to my 24-year-old self. Question is: will I say much of the same to my 34-year-old self in another 10 years? Ack.
6. A story of a Wednesday, with all the love directed toward one of my writing buddies, Mama Erin (who, again, will write the Next Great YA novel).
4. And then – and perhaps one of my favorite stories of the year – that time I tried my hardest to be a supermodel. Where are all all the modeling jobs now, yo?
3. After reading the book, Momma Zen, I wrote about truth in the nighttime.
2. Okay, and apparently there must be an ongoing search for “crazy Target lady,” because the second most read post this year? “Wherein the crazy Target lady strikes again.”
And, finally (and this was a big surprise), the #1 post for this year, which included minimal “I’m a writer, hear me ROAR” actual writing was the following:
If I can sum up the stats, this means that I need to head to Target upon the hour, always be on the lookout for uphill, red-faced modeling opportunities, and promote various friends’ incredible skills more often. Oh, and be honest and truthful and soul-clinging, and maybe, just maybe, be the best me I can be.
What about you? What post here on be, mama. be did you find most memorable this past year?