The arts mean more to me in my 50’s than any other previous decade of my life thus far. It may have to do with the fact I did not have as much time to appreciate and embrace human creative skills and imagination. I truly believe that the arts are meant to make us better people because of their beautiful and emotional power.
Sofie just came hunting in my backyard. I see her, but she does not see me. I watch. I enjoy. Sofie went MIA after neighbors shot off obnoxiously loud fireworks July 4th. It is no surprise She went into hiding. She showed up a few weeks later in the postman’s arms to the delight of my heartbroken neighbors!
Occasionally I look at my stat page on Word Press and see what I have written that has the most views (spoiler alert at end). I wonder is it the writer that you come to visit or my subject matter? Since I write a majority of the time about my experiences, I find that the writing and myself is one and the same. You see it is in my words that I am finding myself.
When I Word Press my life story, I wonder out loud, “I hope this helps someone out there.” I figure what the heck. It is helping me to just write it. It also becomes apparent that my world is colliding with someone else that it would never have had a chance to before. Who would have ever thought I would have a conversation with another blogger who strips for a living. That was eye-opening!
How about the interaction I have had with Chris who amazes me everyday with his bike excursions around the globe. He is raising money for cancer research. I also have ran into the 15-year-old blogger who has more sense than half the grown ups I know!
Recently I read a blog from a lady right here in my home town Seattle. She is a photographer and inspires me.
I realize you are sitting at your own desk and recognize my blog because you have read me before. You are the blogger living in a small town in Canada, Australia, or perhaps somewhere in Japan.
We found each other through invisible wires that absolutely make no sense to me, but here we are.
Today my stats were measured and this is what I learned. Most of my views over the year were my archives. I was amazed by this stat because it was close to 3500 views. It spoke to me because more than likely you went to my archives because you read something current I had written and you found me interesting enough to pull up my other stories. Thank you.
My second most popular stat showed you wanted to know who I am. You went to my “About Alesia” page and viewed what I had to say. I realized today that I need to make it more current. I will get to working on that.
My third biggest stat views was from an adventure I took entitled, “The Haunting.” Over a thousand views of that alone shocked me. Gee. All I did was go to one of the most haunted cemeteries in the United States and report about my findings! I guess there are a lot of morbid people out in the blogosphere.
My fourth largest viewed page was titled “MEN!” Oh my God, that was scary. I know nothing about men except they have a penis and typically can’t seem to see too far past it. (Just a little joke. Do not get your panties in a wad fellas).
My fifth most popular post(s) deal with my son with autism. This makes sense. My son inspires me more than words can tell.
Other posts that came in close sixth place were my photography and inspirational posts. That made me smile.So there you have it. Do I really know you? That is totally a loaded question. I know you might be sitting in your home looking at your I pad and reading my post in India. Or you might be looking at your I phone on a break from your job in England. Quite possibly you are hiding from your abusive parent dreaming about a different life and come across my blog. Maybe you are a 40-year-old woman in rural Kentucky laughing at something I wrote. And just maybe you needed that laugh because you sure are not getting enough of it in your own home.
Who ever you are, I am glad you are around and I do look forward to having you come back. Stats are fun to look at, but your comments are much more entertaining because it is there that I really get to know you. Please leave a comment. I want to know you.
Today I did not want to blog. My ongoing efforts to write seemed futile.
I grabbed my coffee though and came to the computer and thought about one of my favorite films Forrest Gump! What would Forrest do? Laughing out Loud–I thought-he would continue with the race and run until he was done.
I realized I am not quite done with blogging. I am purpose-driven and working on a goal. I have picked up a few new bloggers that have engaged with me about their lives and I am touched. The blogging is worth the effort I thought. It is helping in a way I did not know it could.
Today is a new day.
Ten years ago most commentary we would read would be one-sided. Your favorite news paper or magazine would run an article perhaps on some political subject that left you fuming. I mean you were pissed off. Today they are dying by the dozens.
Since then a little thing called a blog took over. It popularity soared. Blogging has perhaps become the watchdog for when other forms of media seem to be getting it wrong or missing alternative solutions.
This is what attracted me to it. If you’ve never realized that blogging has an extensive network of helpful links, you would be mistaken. The visibility of what we have is an experience like no other.
It is a wonder that so many that blog are actually writing about the very subject of blogging. I like that because it helps with perspective. So I continue my quest and wait for my Forrest Gump MOMENT. How about you? Can you explain to me what keeps you going on with your blogging?