My little blog amazes me. I'm not a big time blogger by any means. I can't even say I'm a serious blogger. I don't advertise. I don't push or promote, though I did link to a few parties a few years ago. I just blog for the fun of it.
I write about topics of my own choosing. I don't have a niche or stick to one thing. If something catches my fancy, it will end up on the blog if I am in a writing mood. My life has taken many twists and turns along the way. Some things I wrote about several years ago no longer interest me. My life, like this blog, is in a constant state of transition.
Yet, remarkably, it has an audience made up mostly of people I've never met. I realized recently my total page views has passed the 1,500,000 mark. One and a half million people have seen something I have written. That's fairly shocking.
I love to write. I have no desire for fame. I don't consider myself author material. Yet I have to say, knowing that people read what I write on a zillion different subjects is a bit of a thrill.
I am so thankful to live in the age of internet and blogs. It's truly amazing. I don't just write posts. I am a reader of blogs as well. Some, I read often. Some I stumble onto now and then. I have to say, I have come across many ordinary people who are like me - they love to write about what they enjoy or what's important to them at a given time in their life.
My most recent blog loves are women who are widows finding their way. I wish I lived close to them because they feel like good friends. Not all my reading is sad. I also follow blogs by women my age who are trying to stay stylish, or women who aren't afraid to tackle anything around the house, or women who have a funny take on any topic. At night, when my house feels extra lonely, my blogger friends are out there for me. All I need to do is click. They have written something just for me.