Tonight I reached 500 likes on my blog, yesterday I broke the 50 followers mark.
When I started this blog I needed an outlet to exorcise my demons, cope with my situation, learn about myself and see if my story would be interesting.
Writing has always been an interest of mine, having someone read what I write a goal. I am so thankful for those of you that discovered my little corner of the internet.
To some, 50 followers and 500 likes is a drop in a bucket. To me, it means everything.
Thank you
The Tao of Bill 
this is the post that made me go back and do the tedious 😛 job of “like”ing every post I read.
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That’s funny because it was the easiest one to write. heartfelt but straightforward. We all just want someone to read us right?
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yes, I agree a little with “Sparkyjen” : it’s nice to know we are not alone, that we are making connections out there.
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Yes I loved that comment. Check her out too she’s good
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You’re a hit! I always knew you would be, from the first moment I met you.
(Several days ago. 😉 )
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You flatter me sir. Thanks much
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Keep up the good work.
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Heck yeah, likes, comments, views, and followers mean a lot, especially when you’re a new blogger wondering if anyone gives a flippy-dippy about your thoughts. We might give lots of reasons why we start to post, and mean every darn one of them. Yet that which is human and in need of acknowledgement within us, wants to know how we feel about anything from A-Z means something to someone besides ourselves. Bravo!
You are making a difference. I recognize and appreciate you!! The most wonderful thing is…I am not alone!!!
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Namaste’ and Thank you for sharing authentically, with such graceful strength.
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🎉🎉🤗🤗🎉🎉
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Congratulations!! 🙂
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thanks to people like you!
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I like reading your posts! There’s always something interesting in them. 🙂
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that is the goal. thanks
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