One of the things I’ve enjoyed most about blogging is learning about other bloggers and their lives. I enjoy seeing everyone’s photographs and wondering: what would it be like to hit the road and travel around Peru? Russia? Mongolia? Costa Rica? Mexico? Greece? India? Pakistan? Indonesia? Denmark? Australia? Romania?
I wonder what it would be like to live in a place where bananas grow everywhere!
I’m completely inspired by how some bloggers are able to communicate the story of their lives. Even through their pain, they are making art with every entry. I want to be that good. You really inspire me.
And then there are the artists. The ones who are working hard and drawing and posting their work. There is something about visual art that is so inspiring. It makes me happy.
And then, best of all. So many bloggers actually read other people’s blogs and think about them, and comment on them. And well, you guys are the heart of our community. I have told countless friends about my blog and only the ones who have stalking tendencies have read anything I’ve written, all in secret of course—never a comment, never any communication—and I suspect, with lots of judgment.
I told a “friend” at work: hey, look! I have followers. Strangers I don’t even know are willing to let my thoughts show up in their Feeder. Literature isn’t dead. People do still read!
And she says: how many followers? Are they real people?
It has been an odd revelation to me that even though I have worried about the risks of sharing too much about myself online, that really, even if I posted everything conceivable, that these details would continue to exist in relative anonymity.
The balance between revealing enough and not too much is difficult to learn, but it’s been fun trying.
Thanks and happy reading!!