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Four

At some point in our lives we’ll stop counting anniversaries and birthdays. The excruciating days will blend into weeks and morph into months that create distant memories that we tally off into years. Life will continue to evolve and as we pull over to the side of the road and utter, breathlessly, “How did we get here?” a car’s horn will blow or our pocket will buzz with a casual SMS from a distant friend, pulling us away from all memories and back what’s here and what’s now.

For the past is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and all words are cast in clichés and prose.

stormtropper birthday balloon photo by kristina alexander

Four years ago this week, I stayed up way-too-late writing my first ever blog post and hitting publish.

Launching this blog was one of the best decisions I’ve made. It gave me a place to establish my voice and my personal brand, a platform to launch multiple speaking engagements, and been the link to a number of jobs (yes, the kind that comes with money).

It has also given me many late night sessions, freaking out about how to explain what the chaos I do here. It has given me endless amounts of jealousy towards all of the fashion and food bloggers in the world who can synthesize exactly what they write about in once smooth, succinct sentence. A luxury that I do not have, should not have here, and yet always want. (Sigh.)

This blog has given me friendships and access to some of the most inspiring people that I know. It has given me a place to tell the stories that I was born to tell and an outlet to let my creativity travel in a direction that I never knew was possible.

And it gave me the opportunity to come out as the person that I’ve been my entire life.

And where will it take me and where will I take it? Only the next chapter will tell.

Happy fourth birthday, lamiki! Thank you for joining me for the ride.

photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc

Happy Third Birthday, lamiki!

Two weeks ago, my blog turned three. And I celebrated the occasion with a tweet and a Facebook post and intentions to publish the post that I’m writing right now. And here we are.

birthday cupcakes by craftapalooza

In the first year, I published 55 blogs. In the second year, 59 blogs. And in the third year. I published 30 blog posts. And yet, the third year was one of the best years in my blog’s history because of two separate, but connected events – speaking at WordCamp Seattle and WordCamp Portland.

I started this blog to find my voice and have a place to write. But it quickly turned into a hub around connecting with people. From random conversations with people I meet on Twitter to coffee shop dates with bloggers I admire, or three-degrees of separation that turn into job offers, most of the people I have met over the past three years have been connected to this blog and the doors that it has opened to me. And for all of the specific and vague connections I have made over the past three years, I am grateful.

My blog’s third year started off with more momentum, posts, and excitement than I could imagine. But after the second speaking event at the end of summer, everything went into a quiet hiatus. I still wrote and published blogs, but things slowed way down over here as I focused my creative energy into a new fulltime job I started in September. But when I look at the past year as a whole and ignore my goal of publishing more posts than I had in the previous year, my blog’s third year was a momentous one.

And to commemorate its birthday, here’s a little roundup of lessons learned, best posts, and the random ways that people find my blog.

The Three Most Important Lessons I’ve learned in Three Years of Blogging

1. You never have enough time to blog as you want to. I laughed when putting together my slides about blogging every day because I knew someone would ask, “How do you find the time to blog?” and the answer I prepared the following answer: you just do.  For whatever reason, this fall I really understood what it meant to not have enough time to do anything other than go to work, eat, and barely get enough sleep to be energized to tackle the next day. I’ve had fulltime jobs before, but the one I started was different and I could not (still cannot) explain why. And while, for the first time in my life, I’m happy going through the motions and just being that person who goes to work and comes home, the writer inside of me is aching to write more. And the only way to satisfy her is to steal that time from somewhere else and, sit down, shut up, and pound the keyboard until words appear.

2. The post you pour your heart and soul into writing will never resonate with readers as much as the one you write and publish in the moment. There is a time and a place for epic blog posts that you spend hours researching, writing, editing, and perfecting. And while it feels good to write those essays, when it comes to blogs and writing content that people (you) care about, are posts that are written in an hour’s notice based on the ideas that you’ve been chewing on over the past few days. Stop thinking. Start writing.

3. Numbers alone don’t measure success. I’ve been struggling to write this recap and feel good about my third year of blogging because I haven’t been blogging lately. I didn’t blog every day in November. And I didn’t post at all in December. But when I think about all the people I have met and the opportunities I have had because of the work I have put into my blog since the beginning, it has been a damn successful year.  (more…)

A Social Media Nightmare

Social Media Nightmare Comic illustrated by John Kimball and written by Laura Kimball "lamiki"

After responding to all of the sweet, awesome, and thoughtful messages my friends left for me on Facebook last year, I had this wild idea – what if you woke up on your birthday, logged onto Facebook, and no one left any birthday messages for you?

That would be the worst birthday ever, right?

As I learned from my parents when I was younger, if you have a bad dream, tell someone about it so that it won’t come true.

Thank you to my amazing husband, John Kimball, who drew this comic and helped me bring this concept to life.

P. S. Today is my birthday.