If I could have one specific person to read my blog, that would be my husband. If it wasn’t for him to show me that it is okay to be weird, express myself a bit and tell stories, I don’t think I had the courage to go for it.
So, thank you for believing in me.
When I started this blog, I didn’t know if anybody would read it. I first told my friends and family about it, in hopes that somebody would read it.
But, now, when someone tells me that they read my blog, I get embarrassed. I do reveal what I think and how I feel in here and, generally, in person, I do not. Although knowing somebody reads it appeases my ego, vanity and insecurity, I think I know that they mostly do it out of kindness. Once in a while, I receive comments saying that my post touched them, and I feel truly appreciative. Being validated that what I do matter helps me think that there is a reason I am here.
So, thank you all for visiting my blog. Your generosities are greatly appreciated.
I am addicted to seeing “likes” and “views” now, and shall continue manifesting all the ostentation of my being.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singular Sensation.”
“If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?”