Exactly one year ago today, I started Relativity. (Don’t click on the link dude, it’ll just bring you right back here.)
I started this space the day after I was laid-off to chronicle my struggle as an unemployed public relations/marketing professional (Four o’clock sounds). The economy had officially tanked. Everyone I knew was jobless. And all I wanted to do was use my skills to re-invent my career into something meaningful and exciting. So, I wrote screenplays while I searched for work.
I also became obsessed with my neighbors (The guy downstairs: Who is he?) and an expert at interviewing (Force work). Until I finally landed a job (No more four o’clock sounds) and changed the focus of my gripe sessions to even more ridiculous topics, like moving, ear wax and lyrics to pop songs.
In one year I’ve written 135 posts and received well over 5,000 page views. I have nine, wonderful subscribers that suffer from FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) and actually get an email notification when I post. Yet, most people find my site when they search the term “underage lesbian” (Attack of the underage lesbians).
I’ve managed to connect, make friends, vent and share my life with you…yes you, stranger behind my computer screen…in one short year. So, no, “one” doesn’t seem so lonely anymore.
But I’d still like to shoot for two.
Happy anniversary Relativity!
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