|Some cheerful spring blooms from our garden last year. My internet connection is having a bad turn so I couldn't use the image I wanted|
I jumped on my blogger dashboard to check out the comings and goings of the blogoverse and noticed immediately that I have one less follower. What a surprise I got from the instant emotion that I felt. What? Who doesn't like me?
I laughed because I have been quite happy having a low readership. There is less pressure and I still feel like I blog for myself and my bloggy friends, not for comments. And along the way, some of the most delightful sweet souls have encouraged me, instructed me and empathised with me. There is something amazing in this virtual world. I do love your comments but I don't worry if some of my posts don't attract even a page view.
But when I saw 35 instead of 36 I felt a pang of sadness. Like I have let someone down by my erratic posting, or tardy replying or a simple lack of interesting content without any creative photos (I'm an impatient photo taker). Or perhaps because I wasn't following back?
Do you follow everyone who follows you?
I would like to think of myself as an honest person with interests in many different things. I follow a stack of beautiful blogs. But I don't follow blogs that I can't relate to, aspire to or learn from. For no other reason than I get overwhelmed by so much out there.
But then tonight, as I opened up my dashboard to tell you about Liam's trip to the audiologist, I saw that I had a new follower! Welcome! (I'll be over to your blog soon, The Pistachio Tree, once my mobile internet finds a better connection as it currently is crashing on your site**). And the new total of 36 once again, did make me happy. But it's not a number thing, it is that someone else finds a chord has been struck here. That's nice, really nice. Ta for that.
That's all I can muster tonight.
I laughed at: this post by Maxabella
I ate: extra virgin coconut oil and felt great
I listened to: my little boys sing when they thought I wasn't listening
I felt: the pressure points in my back get massaged by the chiro before she adjusted me and now I feel incredible!
I watched: Liam fail a hearing test. I will tell you more later as I digest this and figure out what I am going to do next. Don't worry, it wasn't conclusive as he wasn't really co-operating (no surprise there!)
**Apologies to any regulars that I haven't reciprocated a visit, it would have been an oversight not a deliberate act xxx