Welcome to my 100th blog post!

I just happened to notice last week that my next davidnprogress post was going to me my 100th. This is a bit of milestone which calls for an extraordinary and ground breaking post of life changing dimensions.

Instead I thought I would write this.

Why do I write? Well that is a good question. Certainly it is not for any fame, money or recognition. It is not for popularity either given that a really good total viewership of a post for me is somewhere around 50 views. (Thank you readers!)

I write as form of therapy and accountability. My best posts have come during times of frustration either with myself or with others. It is pretty hard to give advice about life and parenting and not strive to live by that very same advice. There have been many times that I have read my own post to help me through a difficult time.
I have some favorites as you might imagine and so in no particular order here are a few of them.

Where is Superman

Leave them better than you found them

Got Gratitude?

I am a liar

Some Father’s day thoughts

There are Mustangs everywhere

Bad dads piss me off

Rough road ahead

2011 was a slow blogging year for me but I am back on track for 2012! I am also excited to be working on moving my blog over to my own domain and to davidnprogress.com. This is going to be fun.
Are you a blogger? Why do you do it?

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