And I reached my seventh anniversary of blogging.
Blogging life for me began in June 2012 (almost five years ago). WordPress informed me on Friday that I registered with them four years ago. I was two-thirds of the way through my first college degree. I’d had some success with college level writing, and I was nearly finished with a web design degree. At the time I not only felt like I had something to say (after more than fifty years of living), but I also felt creative and clever. I was struggling to adjust to life with my husband out on the road for five to six days of each week. My hubby and a dear friend both suggested I blog.
My hubby had been using Blogger for his blog so I started out on that platform. Blogger felt way too isolated for me. Blogger may have changed since then, but at the time there was no sense of community. There was no “Reader” like there is in WordPress where you could see other people’s posts. Maybe I was just too new at blogging in general, but I posted and never got any feedback from others. There were no blogs that I followed or people that followed me. I didn’t get any emails to alert me that others had posted. I was posting into a total void or vacuum. It was a miracle that I stuck with it, but I found freedom in being able to express my thoughts and ideas and put them out there for others to see. Of course I know now that had I linked my blog to Twitter or Facebook, I probably would’ve had more feedback. I was so new at it, I was clueless.
Since I felt like I was wasting my time on Blogger as I neared the end of my first year blogging I began to look for other platforms. I don’t remember now exactly how I found WordPress, but I did, and I’m glad. The switch to WordPress was the right thing to do. Had I stuck with Blogger, I would’ve quit. With WordPress, even on the days when I don’t feel like posting or have nothing new to say, there are friends I follow who always have something to say, and I can comment on their posts instead.
Thank you, WordPress. Thank you for forcing this shy woman to come out of her shell just a bit further. Thank you for the laughs, and the experiences. I’ve learned a lot, and I’m always amused and touched by the words of others. I’ve found friendships that have enriched my life. I wouldn’t change a thing about any of it. I don’t blog to be wildly successful or to make money. I blog because this is me and this is my voice, and the kindness of others takes away a bit of the loneliness while my trucker hubby is out on the road.
Last night we saw Keith Urban live in Youngstown, Ohio at the Covelli Centre. This was our wedding anniversary trip. I bought the tickets almost two months ago, and I’d really looked forward to this last vacation outing before the snow flies. Let me just say that the concert was awesome. He put on a phenomenal show, playing for nearly two hours with high energy and enthusiasm that showed clearly how much he loves what he does for a living.
1. He played longer. He played for two hours vs Def Leppard’s ninety minutes. He played more songs – 21 to Def Leppard’s 16.
2. Keith sounded better. He’s an awesome guitarist, and his voice is always reliable. He sounds incredible. Joe Elliott’s voice is hit or miss. He can no longer hit the high notes. He needs his bandmates to cover for him.
3. The arena last night was smaller. Covelli Center is a more intimate setting – approximately 5,000 people instead of the 10,000 who were at the Lakeside Amphitheater.
4. We were indoors in a relatively comfortable setting vs sitting outside in sweat-soaked ninety degree heat and humidity.
5. The seats were closer. We looked Keith in the face and could see the whole stage instead of being off angle and only seeing part of the stage from the extreme left as we were at the Amphitheater.
6. Keith’s banter with the audience was better. He talked more. He was entertaining. Joe Elliott is a bit stiffer, usually just announcing songs and not much more.
7. Keith is more personable. He invited a girl and her mother up on stage. He gave another young girl a guitar he was playing. He stopped, autographed it and handed it to her. I loved that he ended the concert by acknowledging how much he appreciated everyone coming. He acknowledged the cost of tickets, the logistics and challenge of getting there, and he said he loved everyone for coming out.
8. Keith sounded pretty much the same in person as he does on recording. Def Leppard did not. Their live show (the vocals) just sounded “off” at times.
9. I enjoyed the opening acts more. At Def Leppard, I enjoyed REO Speedwagon but did not care for Tesla at all. Last night Brett Eldredge was very good, and Maren Morris was good, too. Keith brought Morris and Eldredge back on stage with him, too.
10. The tickets cost less in Ohio. One Def Leppard ticket was the same price as two tickets at the Keith Urban concert.
11. We were able to park right outside the arena last night. Yes, it was horrendously expensive, but it was convenient. We did not have to ride or wait for a shuttle bus for two hours.
12. I think Keith was louder. I think that was the logistics. Inside vs outside. The fact that my ears were ringing afterwards was not necessarily a positive, but it does prove the acoustics were better. There was no distortion or loss of sound.
13. His stage setup was better. Maybe it was our seats, but we could see the big screens better. We felt more like we were part of the show. He also set off confetti cannons at the end. That was fun. I have a pocketful of confetti to make me smile some day when I’m having a bad day.
The only negative I can come up with was the fact that we had aisle seats. Being on the aisle, we had to stand up repeatedly to let people in the row come and go. I wanted to hit someone after a while. We were the fourth row up from the floor, three sections back from the stage so our seats were great. He was right there in front of us.
Especially the way you make me feel
Coming up on twenty-seven years
Good love is harder than it appears
We work hard to stay together
There are storms we’ve had to weather
Distance love is not for the weak
Nor is it for the timid or the meek
Your voice on the phone is what I crave
Whenever I feel lost or less than brave
I’ve cried my share of lonely tears
But I know you suffer the same fears
Hard to believe we’ve been “us” for so long
And the passion and love is still so strong
You’d like me to come out in the truck
But I don’t have the wanderlust or pluck
So I keep the home fires burning
While you keep the truck wheels turning
Some day soon we will be in the same place
And I again get to see your sweet face
For more than a night or two at a time
And my happiness will be sublime