Okay, like most writers I have to admit that I’m deeply insecure, some would say neurotic and it drives me absolutely nuts to go day after day with no evidence that anyone other than my family is reading my blog. I get amazingly excited when I see that my stats are up and deeply depressed on the days I check the stats and see that absolutely no one has found my blog. That’s a depressing feeling for a writer who craves a feeling of connection and wants to change the world through her words. Deep down, I harbor dreams of getting those calls from New York editors who think my blog is the coolest thing ever and want to offer me a bazillion dollar book deal. That’s never going to happen if no one is reading my blog.
On the days when I start to get depressed and wonder if it’s worth it to even keep writing this blog, I realize that at the end of the day, I started it as a way to chronicle my journey to bliss. It’s about finding my own path to bliss and maybe inspiring other people by my journey. My blog wasn’t started as a way to get publicity, to drum up readers for a possible book deal, or anything else.
My blog is about my journey to find bliss, balance, and even meaning in the ordinary events of life. My Everyday Bliss is about stopping to smell the flowers, about looking for the good in the world, and about being open to having bliss come into my life. Maybe my blog is self absorbed at times, maybe no one wants to read about my journey to balance and bliss, maybe no one cares about how awesome my kids are, about how much I learned from my dad, or about my heartfelt plea to find bliss in the world.
Maybe at the end of the day, I have to be satisfied knowing that my life has changed because of this blog and that on the days when I don’t blog and focus on finding bliss, I’m not living life to the fullest. And if my blog only changes my life, than it’s worth the effort because I’m worth the effort.
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