A sense of achievement has filled me as I have completed posting 50 posts on this blog. It may not seem much to the more experienced bloggers of the blogosphere, it’s a great achievement for me.
It took four months to reach this milestone. Though this month hasn’t been that good for my ‘blogging career’ I am still pretty happy with how thing are going. I’m fortunate to have some wonderful readers.
In these 50 posts my favorite post is Let’s Open Our Eyes. It’s written on poverty- thanks to BlogActionDay. Though I think that the second half of this post can be made a little better this is by far my most favorite post and the respond from my readers is also very good.
Still a long way to go…
Thanking you
Irtiza
It took four months to reach this milestone. Though this month hasn’t been that good for my ‘blogging career’ I am still pretty happy with how thing are going. I’m fortunate to have some wonderful readers.
In these 50 posts my favorite post is Let’s Open Our Eyes. It’s written on poverty- thanks to BlogActionDay. Though I think that the second half of this post can be made a little better this is by far my most favorite post and the respond from my readers is also very good.
Still a long way to go…
Thanking you
Irtiza
P.S.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.
Congratulations! :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on reaching 50 posts. I've (only?) got 55 posts after being on WordPress for little over five months.
ReplyDeleteKikolani, Omar, thank u so much
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on 50 posts! You have a great blog and I look forward to the next 50!
ReplyDeleteCongrats! Blogging's not easy, and like life, it has its ups and downs.
ReplyDeleteKeep on blogging!
Mercenary and Christine, thank you for coming. yes i do hope to write another 50 (and much more) posts.
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