You may have noticed blogging has been a little light lately. It's felt like a version of the old saying, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. Only, if you don't have anything worth reading, don't write at all.

I don't know what my place is, if I even have one, here in the blog-universe. I don't do it to get traffic or care about the "numbers" or what searches get people here. (I don't even know how to check my stats, if I did care.) I never claimed to be a real writer or have anything interesting or thought-provoking to say. But I just feel like I haven't had anything worth saying at all lately, even for those few friends and readers I do have that check in here.

I started this blog seven years ago. SEVEN. That's a long time to keep up with any hobby, especially for me. I only did gymnastics for four years, played volleyball for four, ran track for five.

A lot has changed in seven years. When I started this website, the only blog I'd ever read was my then-boyfriend's. I really had no idea what blogging was... and neither did most of you, I'm guessing. Now, I have 70 subscriptions in my Google Reader. (Although, I'm pretty sure a few of them are for defunct blogs.)

Seven years ago, I had just finished my first year of law school. I was depressed, anxious, fairly miserable. I didn't handle the transition from college to law school well. I had never seen a B- before... that was shocking to me. I was no longer an A student, top of the class. At the age of 22, I had to learn how to study. School had never, ever been hard for me... it was a huge adjustment to be in the middle, or even the bottom half, of my law school class. I didn't know if I was where I was supposed to be. My 5 year law school reunion is in a few months.

Seven years ago, I weighed 19 pounds less than I do now. Unemployment, two bar exams, and a desk job packed on 27 pounds. I'm making progress towards my goal, but I'm not there yet. It's a lot harder to lose weight at 30 than it was at 22, when I was losing all that wine and cheese weight from my senior year of college.

Seven years ago, I was a law student, about to enter the hell that is early interview week, unsure of whether I'd ever find a job in law. In the intervening seven years, I graduated law school, was unemployed, had an unbelievably horrible job that nearly broke me, had one of the best jobs anyone could ever ask for, and finally settled into my current job.

Seven years ago, my brother was still in high school, at least a half foot shorter than I am. He's now a PhD student. He also towers over me by at least 5 inches.

Seven years ago, many of my friends were in relatively new relationships, or just moving into apartments with significant others. Now, most of those friends are married, own homes, and have children.

Seven years ago, Adam hadn't even moved to DC, we weren't in touch, and if you asked me about him I would have said that I was certain he wouldn't have remembered me. (I was wrong.) We since reconnected, have been dating for four years, and will be married in a few months.

I don't really know where this post is going. I don't really know where this blog is going. I know that I don't want to just throw in the towel, now, after seven years. But also, more often than I'd like, I don't know what else there is to say.

Updated to add: Seven years ago, I had just met most of these people. (Video from i Flip for Food.) They were just as insane then.

Posted by: Corey Feldman | July 15, 2010 9:11 AM