Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to Deafinitely Girly, Happy Birthday tooooo-oooooooo me!
That's right - today is a very important day. It is the fourth birthday of Deafinitelygirly.com. The fourth year that I've been writing about being deaf in the city and having fun.
And what a four years it has been. There's been love, there's been heartbreak, there's been an awful lot of growing up - I bought a flat for heaven's sake - and there's been a rather unfortunate hospital stay, which happened smack bang in the middle of it all and it's all recorded here, on this blog.
One of the things I love about this blog, is that it serves as a wonderful memoir for me to look back over, so see the introduction of new people, with new blog names, new jobs, new loves, new gyms, new everything.
For this trip down memory lane, I've included nice clickity clicky links so you can take a stroll with me, back to the days when...
I lived with Shakira Shakira. Boy, did we party hard, with sometimes hilarious results.
But as well as partying, I did try to be cultured too but not always successfully, as I discovered.
While other times it was a resounding success.
I learnt foreign languages.
I won competitions.
I took up running but quickly gave it up and joined a gym. But was told I needed a doctor's note to attend because of my deafness.
I got all emotional.
I continued to be a whirlwind in my little kitchen.
I made a few wedding cakes.
I accidentally went dating.
I learnt to tap dance… Kinda.
I finally got broadband.
And lots, lots more.
Looking back, it's amazing. Amazing to read about everything I've done. The friends who've got married, had babies, asked me to be bridesmaid, wedding cake maker, godmother. There's Big Bro who now has a whole family of Clogs. There's the Rents who never cease to amaze me.
And there's you guys - my fabulous readers. The ones who hit on me daily, even though recently, I've been more than a little quiet.
It's hard to believe that Deafinitelygirly.com was born one day over a brainstorming dinner with NikNak after a job interview where I was challenged to write my perfect column. In the year before that job interview, I'd had almost continuous writer's block, but it was as though the floodgates opened and everything came tumbling out.
Deafinitely Girly has been my therapy. She's enabled me to have tantrums, to shout about the frustrations I feel about my deafness, the sadness I feel about the uncertainty that I may somehow be missing out and then the elation I feel when I work through all the crap and realise that life's pretty damn good.
Deafinitely Girly's moved with the times, too. I'm on Twitter, where I'm far more vocal than I am on here these days.
But that doesn't mean I'm going anywhere. The posts will still happen, just not with the alarming frequency of the early days.
And while the lack of blogging may mean I'm busier than I used to be, it also means that just perhaps the blog worked. The home-made therapy worked. Do you know, when I first moved to London, every day I remembered I was deaf. It got in the way of things, tired me out, chewed me up and spat me out.
Writing Deafinitely Girly has allowed me to regain some of that emotional control over my disability.
The tough days occur less and less and my deafness has simply become a part of me. A part of me I wear with pride.
I'm deaf and girly.
I'm Deafinitely Girly.
And it's my fourth birthday.
Now, where's my cake?