Yet, I found myself wondering "why" when I noticed I lost a follower.
You'd think I wouldn't care, right? Yet, I'll be wondering if it was something I wrote -- was I not serious enough? or funny? is my grammar bad? my pictures not high quality? or what? Somehow I get as insecure as a lanky third grader wishing to be picked for a team for kickball.
So I started to ponder the reasons behind the insecurities. Comes down to those old struggles about fitting in and being noticed. Those traps. It's ironic that the outlet that I love so much has the very traps that I've struggled with since I was the lanky third grader mentioned above.
So instead -- I've decided to focus on what I do have, the truly important, and what I love about blogging. Those truths?
Many of my followers have become my friends.
Truly friends.
Friends that I trust, that I love, that I am grateful for.
It's not about the numbers.
Really.
It's about the relationships.
And I'm grateful.
For you.
It's a strange thing, blogging. Strange how it makes me look right at my heart.
