Wishing their readers Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa!
Sharing with their faithful followers their stats, which posts sucked the least, how many readers they gained from the Czech Republic in 2014.
I used to do that, used to blog about which posts you loved the most, where most of my readers are coming from.
It is fun to look back and reminisce…..for ME.
But I have a feeling a post like that is boring for YOU.
So I won’t be composing something like that this year.I am not Oprah, as the title implies.
I know some of you are completely shocked by this.
I am sorry to disappoint you but apparently, I don‘t know anything for sure.
I thought I had a good read on you, my beautiful readers.
I thought I knew what you liked to read, look at, see here.
I don’t and that makes me feel an emotion between sad and puzzled.
When I publish a post that I am so excited about, I can’t wait to wake up and hit PUBLISH…..……..yes I do it the old fashioned way, I don’t schedule it….…..that post usually farts out like a balloon lets go of air.
But a post that I feel just eh about?
35 comments, 25 likes on Facebook, emails from readers and as much as I love that feedback, I am puzzled.
Because I didn’t put my “all” into it and you loved it.
Oh yes, I also go off of my “analytics” to see what you like.
I HATE that word, by the way.
Sounds like such a scientific and laboratory name for numbers of people who read my blog.
But those numbers aren’t just numbers to me, they represent you.
You taking the time to read me here.
They represent the aunt you told to read my blog.
represent my mom, who reads me regularly and texts me, “great post!” or
my sister in law Kristy, who religiously comments on my Facebook
My friend Rebecca who texts me when I don’t publish a post on a Monday, worrying about how I am feeling.
My friend Shannon who is almost always, without fail, the first person to comment on my posts.
My long time blog reader Antonia who sends me pins on Pinterest that she knows will make me laugh.
My friend Jen who, along with her friends, shares my posts on Twitter without me ever asking. Weekly.
are many, many more of you amazing people who read here, comment here,
share my blog on Facebook, Twitter etc ( Terrie, Rochelle, Sherri, Leigh Anne and Alison just to name a few) and for that I am so grateful.
I don’t do this for the numbers, I am not getting paid to write to you here on my blog, I do it because I love you.
have this deep love affair with you that keeps me sane, lets me get
emotions out, and makes me a much better person that I was even four
I will try and get a better grasp of what you love to read here but I want your help.
I want your input.
What exactly is it that you want to read?
And don’t tell me, ” I love you just the way you are” what specifically do you want to hear?
I don’t want to ever become so full of myself that I forget why I come here each week and write these love notes to you.
I don’t want you to ever stop bringing me flowers.
I love being wooe’d.
Please don’t stop wooing.
Instead of a year end in review post, I would like to write you a thank you note instead.
I appreciate the people who read my blog.
I wouldn’t write a blog if I didn’t have people reading it.
Because then it would be called a diary.
I am heading into my fifth year of blogging in 2015.
Wow, five years.
I have gained so much since sitting down at my then basement office during my two year old’s nap that lazy June day.
I have gained friends, lots of friends.
Friends I have never met, friends I have met and regained, friends I have met through blogging who have saved my life.
Literally saved my life.
I have gained cool new experiences since blogging.
Conferences, working for major companies, sky diving, going to cool light shows.
Two words, FREE CRAP.
It’s been amazing.
I am a different person than I was in 2010.
I would say a better person.
I don’t think that comes from blogging alone, probably aging as well.
But blogging has brought me a confidence I didn’t possess five years ago.
I don’t care about the little things as much as I did back then.
I like me a lot more than I did a few years ago.
The clouds are lifting in my life and I feel writing is a huge prescription for this change.
I have to admit, I have been in a bit of a writers slump lately.
I have lots of posts sitting in the inbox as I type this but a slow computer and the holidays have gotten me a little back logged as of late.
I write not only for the blog here but for two outside websites now, something I am excited about but also at times, if I am being honest, am a tad bit overwhelmed by.
I don’t want to ignore this blog because it is this little place where my love for writing began.
If I feel like I am ignoring you or my blog, I will stop writing for the other places because I am not built like a corporation.
I love to write, that is it.
I don’t ever want it to become a chore which some day’s it does start to feel that way.
I hate that.
I love all of you for opening the link to this page for the past five years.
Thank you so much for hanging in there for the ugly posts, the ones that weren’t that great because you knew I was in a slump.
Thank you for sending me messages about websites or products I like because you know I would love it.
Thank you for emailing me after reading a post that touched you.
Thank you for following me on my social media channels and liking statuses, re- tweeting links, pinning recipes.
It means so very much to me.
You were there during darkness when I was sad, you were there when good things happened and I couldn’t wait to share it with you.
You were there for lots and lots of baaaad DIY projects and you didn’t point and laugh.
You have given me advice about where to grocery shop, what type of leggings I should buy and what the best items are at Aldi and Trader Joe’s.
When I write to you, I think of all of you.
And I cherish every single one of you.
See you in 2015.
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