I sat down yesterday morning to begin a post in continuation of the one I had previously published and I just couldn’t find my groove so I saved it as a draft and turned the computer off.
I’m glad I did because today I got a phone call from a dear friend and in the course of it not only did I figure out what I wanted to say but I found myself with a renewed interest in my blog.
I suppose it would be beneficial to first state that she is a fellow blogger. In every sense, she is the perfect person to having spoken to today. On so many levels. To begin with, I love the sound of her voice. In addition, she always makes me laugh. When I’m done laughing I then find myself with something to think about. Lastly, she always revives my faith in people.
You see, when I first started my blog I had very few readers and I really didn’t care. I was in a real bad place, I felt alone and at the very bottom. The blog was akin to the cliched Shrink’s Couch where I unburdened myself in relative obscurity and anonymity with the end result feeling as I’ve talked to someone. Then people started reading. They were drawn to my story. Not that I told it particularly well but because I was so unflinching and honest. In a world of fluff and bullshit I bared my ass to the internet and it resonated with some people. Soon enough I became actual friends with 3 of them and we got together for a day of conversation and dinner. I am proud to say that I am still communicating with all of them.
Today’s conversation was with a woman that I like to joke with about being the female version of me. Or I’m the male version of her. Whatever. Point is, she gets me. She knows me well and has a history of knowing when I am in need of a pick me up and she always reaches out. On this day, it wasn’t that I was not doing well but yea, something was bugging me and we got to the bottom of it. That is what a real friend does. Over the miles or right next door, a friend knows when you need them.
Thank you.
How did she inspire me to get back up and blogging again, you ask? She reminded me that in the beginning, before followers and stats were even a concern, I told my story. It was a story that enough people enjoyed or at least felt compelled to hear the rest of it. I thought I had told my story and I have been struggling for things to write about. Until today. This is my journal, my outlet, my place to tell my story that is still evolving, twisting and turning, and changing before my eyes. It is a journal.
As long as there are days in my life, my story still needs to be told. Hold on, shit’s gonna get bumpy around here.
So happy to hear this!…. We all know the world is a better place with you in it….the same holds true for the blogging world! 😀
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Well aren’t you sweet
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What I liked about your blog was your honesty Billy. You pulled no punches and told it like it is.
Glad you have friends like these.
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Expect more of that and thank you for always reading and being supportive
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You are most welcome.
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And you tell them particularly well. Trust me. Have I ever lied to you?
(I love bumpy roads. The typos, as sb called them once, rather than a perfect language.)
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No you have not. Thank you
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It’s easy to forget that everyone has a story sometimes, as much as it’s easy to discount our own stories. Am glad that you found your writing mojo back. Wishing you all the best from here on out!
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Thanks for reading. Yes, I think I’ve reconnected with my roots
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I’m glad your still here telling your story 🙂
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Thank you. We’ll see where it goes
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She is so right and good for you. We all need friends like her.
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Sure do
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👍
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