My asbestos friend will be very angry at me when she sees the title of this post. She is a deep believer in manifestation and the law of attraction. She believes that putting this statement out into the universe will make it a reality.
And I believe that too. Somedays. Other times I believe you have to worry about something to prevent it from happening. But usually that only gives me a stomach ache. And something completely different that I never thought to worry about can go wrong in its place.
Today, well, I am trying to make myself stop hoping for something that will never happen. To become Freshly Pressed on WordPress. (Their list of the best of recent blogs, updated daily–or so they claim.)
It would, indeed, be a great honor.
But, occasionally, I write a deeply personal post that, while my blog is pretty anonymous, I would feel weird if the masses read it. Those posts I am glad that they are not picked to be Freshly Pressed.
To anyone else, I am sure my blog looks like a disorganized jumble of craziness. When I look at my blog and what I have created, it makes me happy beyond words. Sometimes, I just visit it to gaze with wonder and amazement that I have my own website, my own URL, and I get to chose what is on it.
To a thirteen year old today who grew up amidst such technology, it would not seem impressive at all. But when I was in high school, the Internet wasn’t something everyone had in their house. Not every product had a website. It was common to not even know the terms Internet or website. I did my big final paper for my Bachelor’s degree in college on comparing the websites of radio stations. That was a big deal then.
While I crave praise in my life (I chalk that up as being my mother’s fault), I am going to have to settle for my blog to just make me happy for sake of being there. I fear my genius (yes, that’s a joke) will never be featured on Freshly Pressed.
But I probably won’t give up hope that Ellen might mention my blog some day on her show. Seems like a good fit, I think;)
Maybe I need to invent a Hippie award for you. 🙂
Don’t you remember I already invented a Hippie award for myself? https://imnotstalkingyou.com/2012/06/24/what-i-learned-this-week-62412/
I know what you mean about the personal posts you don’t want everyone and their mother reading. I was freshly pressed awhile ago and I was so thrilled and honored, but it does kind of change things. Sometimes I don’t feel as free to write as I did before. Trying to not think like that though, after all our blogs are our own spaces to express ourselves, our happiness with it is all that matters! 🙂
My blog also makes me happy–and I agree with Courtney that our happiness with it is what matters.
I may nominate you for my Bitterly Pressed award.
I would consider it an honor to be Bitterly Pressed someday.
It may happen sooner than you think.