Blogging, Am I really getting this and does it really even matter.

I have a blog. Why? I am really not sure. I tend to think of it as a tech savy journal. Am I trying to make a statement, or get readers, or contribute in some way to the blogging world? Maybe, maybe not. I just like writing. I like when someone says 'oh my gosh, I know what you mean' or 'that was so funny' or I can just see it was read by someone else. What I have to say and get on 'paper' is important to me and if someone finds meaning in it as well then I feel connected. I feel as though my own little life in some way relates to someone else's own little life and makes me feel just a tiny bit less alone as millions of people are trying to be unique. I cherish those moments I can really relate to someone else. Maybe we can symbolically hold hands as we trudge through our day knowing at least one other person may be trudging in a few of the same moments as I am.

I have very few followers. Maybe I don't get it as I have followers who follow me from other sites but never really show up as followers on my page. Makes me feel kind of like people can't relate to what I am putting out there. It would be nice to have that cosmic me out there relating to what I am experiencing and sharing via this blog but, at least for me, I have been happy for this past year of blogging just to do a bit of writing. As a mom, as a wife, an employee, a friend. This is the one thing I do that is truly just for me. When I garden I feed other people and get comments on what I should be growing or if I can bring in more snow peas. When I go to the movies with girlfriends I often see movies that are not my first choice because my friend had picked it. I read books my book club chooses. I make dinners my kids and husband request. I write just for me. And I am in heaven.

So add me, or follow me, or do whatever it is that you do. I have two followers that say they follow me on my blog after a year. I hope this means we are trudging along with some common interests. That would be nice. What is nice is that I am writing in my own small way. For me. If you were here you would see the smile on my face.