Athingirl.com is soon to have her third year anniversary.
I wanted to say a few words concerning its unexpected longevity.
In 2011 when my friend Amy put it up for me as a birthday gift, I figured it would last a month. I’d either get tired of it, or it would flop so badly that I’d have to mercifully pull the plug.
Isn’t it nice to surprise oneself?
I learned quickly what a gift it is to have a place for you and your thoughts to humbly show up every day…like a cerebral community center.
Amy had no idea the gift she had given me. And to think she had to cajole and coax me into doing it. “We can just take it down if you find out you hate it,” she said over and over again.
It’s become such a part of my life that it would feel like murder if I dismantled her.
I marvel at the constancy of my readers that will never fail to humble and leave me in a state of awe.
The support I get for instance, people telling me how much they like my writing, lifts me to the highest.
Of course I am occasionally criticized, like this past week over my Eric Clapton post (Mr. Clapton…Respectfully). A regular reader went for my throat, and his for that matter, because I didn’t post his flaws front and center enough. The tenacity that came through this person’s comments to tell the world he wasn’t such a great guy left me aghast and very irritated.
I’ll admit, I didn’t handle my ire very well telling her to get lost, but it told me the kind of readership I truly prefer….one where hearts stay open late into the night remembering how fragile humanity is.
In his case he lost a son, which for me is the worst sentence anyone could ever serve. My former follower felt, he deserved it somehow as in…sins of the father.
She even took a potshot at Angelina Jolie after I wrote about her too in an admirable way (Angelina) lauding her valor and candor in regards to her voluntary double-mastectomy.
To put it in a nutshell, Pollyanna got seriously slimed.
The truth is, why are you reading me anyway if my gentle shake bothers you that much. Go read Marilyn Manson’s blog, or the National Inquirer.
Looking toward the light is where the fruit is kept. By insisting otherwise you perpetuate pain and suffering that does no one any good.
I also don’t just want people to hit my like button without bothering to read what I wrote. Some bloggers do that to increase their follower list I’m told, or to get you to hit their like button in return.
For me that is so creatively counterproductive. What happened to the art that propelled you upon the page in the first place?
I can only speak for me, but writing provides freedom to express in such a way that’s safe and comfortable.
Like a bird, you simply get to be heard from whence you perch.
After all this time I’d rather have 10 people read and respect an essay of mine that makes them laugh or think, than 200 readers who alas, just don’t get it.
Showing up on the page every day has become a personal command performance.
I hope I can keep your attention for another year, or at least another day.
I will certainly do my best.