Remember that miserable blogger who wrote the last post on this blog? Well that girl has left the building! Look at my shiny new button. Yes I am a finalist in the Irish Blog Awards, I have made it to the final ten in Best Personal Blog.
When I read on facebook earlier today, that the list was published, (how did I function without facebook) I was taken aback. Not just because I made the final, but because before clicking on the link I froze. Only then did I realise I really cared. I really wanted to make it to the final. For no matter what we write about blogging being a hobby, a passion, a joy, blah, blah, blah etc, etc for many of us it is so much more than that.
‘My thoughts on a page’ is a very real part of me now. I often write from the heart, sometimes taking too little time to edit or wonder should I publish. The nature of these posts mean that this blog is, in essence, an extension of myself. I may be co incidentally in the ‘Personal’ category, but this blog is very personal, to me. A place I go, to laugh with others, to wonder, to rant, and in the past year, to mourn.
So today I am over the moon with the result. Last year I made the Final, as some of you know, but I was so new to blogging I had no idea what that meant. This year I do, and I am thrilled.
Sadly I’ll have to inform my dearest beloved that there is no commercial windfall associated with this ‘honour’, which I’m sure will lessen his delight at my success. However money isn’t everything.
Last night I went to sleep with a dread in my heart, as today is the day we remember young Daniel on the GAA playing field, as they present for the first time the Danny Crowley Memorial Cup. I couldn’t imagine watching a group of young boys aged 12 playing football. I couldn’t imagine going in afterwards and listening to his father give a speech, and being so proud of my friend, his mother, standing so bravely alongside his siblings. I was worried about the amount of tears I would shed in a most inappropriate fashion. Have you seen the person who stands with silent tears falling down their face? Well that is not me. I am the one with the red eyes, blotchy face and runny nose, barely able to stem the flow of tears, while stiffing sobs! I am not exactly pretty or good looking, but when I cry…look away, I am a very ugly crier.
However now I have a lighter heart, helped in no small measure by my own good news. I also feel strong. I will watch the match, I will cheer on those young boys, and I will stand and cheer as speeches are made and young Daniel is remembered.
Then I will join his family and friends and we will have a toast to his memory, and to as many other things as we can think of!
Thank you all once again, for your ongoing support, and of course for reading, ‘My thoughts on a page’. I love you visiting, reading and of course commenting. Results in two weeks, but Finalist is good enough for me.