Something interesting happened after I posted yesterday’s post. I wrote that I struggled a lot lately to find the courage to keep posting as I did for a long time. I had no real goal in mind with yesterday’s post. It was just something I had to get off my chest, as it bugged me ever since I stopped posting completely for some time, and especially since trying to pick up regular posting again – but failing quite desperately at this.
Lately, not so many people read my posts. Well, not as many as used to read them anyway. I am not completely sure why. Maybe it was my leave of absence? People have short memories. Maybe it was in part because I was just blablabla-ing on paper, but it didn’t come from the heart? A very dominant explanation in my head was that perhaps people were just sick of me and my bullshit stories. That’s the answer that stuck with me.
Now, yesterday’s post has not been read by that many people at all. The last few readers to stick with me, perhaps hoping that one day I will give myself a slap in the face and will be better. Yet, something about that post apparently triggered several of those people that did read it to reach out and tell me they appreciated my posts and encouraged me to continue posting them.
To all of you that did: Thank you. I can’t really describe what reading your messages meant to me, but it means a lot! You seem to know me well, and timed it right. I think I needed it.
(I’ll post again – I promise)