I’ve been too busy living life and writing to really pay attention to my blog stats. They still fascinate me – like how can I have a visit from literally almost every country in the world, except fucking Greenland. If it wasn’t so damn big on the map:
Someday, Greenland will happen. A girl can dream.
I’m still constantly amazed and humbled that people find me, read me, and talk to me. It’s pretty awesome. I’ve met friends and lovers and amazing challengers and supporters. This blog has made such a huge difference in my life and helped me through many hard times.
Thank you to all of you who read and comment.
Two days ago, I noticed my “followers” stats on the main page of my blog. It’s the total of wordpress followers, email followers, and twitter followers. And while there’s definitely some overlap between wordpress and twitter, it still shocked me:
What the hell?! 900 Followers? When the fuck did that happen?
Wow. Just wow. I still remember the day I had 10 followers and exclaimed to the colleague who suggested I blog in the first place “oh gosh I’m so excited, there are 10 people following me!”. That feeling has never worn off. Ranting Crow is one of my first followers and he’s still around – thank you 🙂
This blog is a labour of love. I write for me, first and foremost, and therefore continue to be grateful that my ultimately selfish exercise makes its way into your computers and your phones. I learned early on that I can’t write something at someone else’s request – I’m not talented enough to do it. If it doesn’t come naturally from the workings of my mind, it’s incredibly painful and feels forced. I write the only way I know how – as if you were sitting across from me and I was telling you a story.
Thank you, again, for reading my stories and taking the time to talk to me.
From the bottom of my bloggy heart,