I write about my emotions and life. It is personal. I’ve journaled my existence for years and find it helps me sort things out. I publish these thoughts because I hope someone else will read them and think, “OK, so it isn’t just me!” Perhaps they will pick up a pencil, write down their feelings, and will find solace in the act.
I don’t live in solitude so occasionally these musings include others who are part of my day. Whenever possible, I strive to protect their identity and honor their privacy. It is never my intention to embarrass or divulge secrets. There is a fine line, a careful dance to withhold details and yet include their impact on me. Writing is like that, I bare my soul while hoping to shield some and touch others.
I have always given just one simple gift for graduation presents – a blank diary and a nicely weighted pen. Some see this as a curious gift in an age of digital connection. I see it as handing over the beginning of a fine artifact if even one thought is recorded. Hopefully the gift recipient will find that journal years from now and that one thought will have meaning.
This electronic state of life has opened the door to many who never handled a camera or wielded a pen. Publishing a blog post regularly, introduces me to scores of other writers. Many of us will never meet but we share our passions and worlds regularly – the finest form of pen-pals. There is support and encouragement in our relationships forged of reading and writing rigorously.
The other side of the spectrum in writing a blog is the speed and magnitude with which my words create an event that will consume me, exhausting my creativity. I don’t understand search engines and bots. The mechanics of this world are lost on me though I do maintain common sense. When I get a notice that “TeachsWomenToBeSexy” is following my blog now from Taiwan, I’m not so blind as to think this might be the next New York Times Editor in Chief.
Suddenly on Friday I noticed my email continuously filling with notifications from my site. It’s nice to know what’s going on there during the day, but I seldom have time at work for more than a precursory glance. It wasn’t until I powered up my laptop while cooking dinner that I thought, “I’ve been hacked!” Hundreds of notifications had piled up about visitors and views.
Oddly, none of them referred to Friday’s post. Nor Thursdays, or any from the past five days. A post I had written over a week ago was “Freshly Pressed” on Friday. In blog-speak that means it was highlighted as a suggested read by the good folks at WordPress where my blog lives. It is humbling, thrilling and a dreadful amount of administrative work to sort through the kind folks who commented or reblogged it. This happened last July for the first time and grew my puddle of international and local “friends” to a nice little pool. I wish there was a better screening process because connections help drive passions. We all benefit as we polish our skills.
Thank you to everyone who encouraged, or just strove to understand, my passion.