I can only speak for myself but when I write, it’s personal. Which means that my emotions are all wrapped up in the words I lay out on the screen. That the time and effort I put into each post is a piece of me. Some people may not get that, but high-five to those that do!
I’m not a person that needs to have 1000’s of followers or comments on my posts daily. If that was the case, I’m 100% outta luck. 138 followers on this blog alone is all I have, in the blog world that’s probably an embarrassing number to share by the way. Rarely does anyone actually comment on the posts, and if I don’t share on my personal Facebook or Instagram page there are times the views are a total of two. (Thank you dear sister and husband, you rock!)
That’s how it goes. That’s reality.
Each post is a personal journey in one individual’s life. My life. As I’ve said before, writing helps me process. I don’t write about every single hiccup or joy or smack in the face or delicious kiss I experience. I write whatever flows from my fingertips and my heart. Some posts are written in hopes to help others, process my experiences, just for fun, or to just share a song I really like! (love me a good song)
Some of my posts are more important to me than others. They resolve conflict in my mind, comfort my heart, pull back the drama of reality, or help me say what I wish I would have when I could have to someone.
Some of my posts when I finish writing them (and reading them like 30 times before hitting publish) I truly feel “that was well written.” A sense of pride fills my chest and the emotions that go with accomplishing something feel awesome! It doesn’t happen with every post. It’s a rare gem in this blog writing woman’s life.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this. This place, Pushing Forward with Grace and all it holds…. means a lot to me. It has my heart. I pour it out in hopes of feeling I’ve contributed something worthy not only my own life but others.
That my children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren will know me a little better than they would have otherwise. Even if they end up saying (when I’m long gone) “that Grandma Julie was a emotional roller coaster, wasn’t she?”
I hope that others remember I am human and I have an emotional tie to this place. These words. The stories that fall from my fingertips. That even though this place may not be important to them, it is to me.
There’s a whole lot of me wrapped up in here!
I am beyond grateful for the those of you that follow my blog, comment via social media, texts, email, or even right here on the blog. Thank you for the days you lift me up. Yesterday was one of them and some of you did just that. God bless you!
Until next time,
P.S. It’s not always easy for me to click publish and share myself on the blog. The reason is I see people weekly or daily that read it. It scares the crap out of me that they will think I’m that crazy emotional roller coaster lady! 🙂