So this week my blog turned 1!
It’s been a ~whole~ year? It feels like it’s been a few months (!!!!) Trying not to be -cringe- here but I suppose this post is more for myself than anyone else, a post that I can look back on. My blog (and writing in general) is a little like therapy to me, it makes me feel content and relaxed. The point I started my blog was for me to write somewhere other than my diary or fiction. It’s kind of in the middle of the two.
People always say you should pick a job that you would still do if you didn’t get paid for it (although that’s pretty rare lol.) But what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t start this in the hope to get paid, or thousands of readers. I did it for myself and I never expected anyone to actually read it.
So watching my followers/readers/views grow is so so strange. I can’t understand that people actually ~want~ to read and enjoy reading my content.
Obviously I have to mention other bloggers. I may write my own blog but first and foremost I’m a reader. There are endless amounts of writers out there creating content who inspire me on a daily basis and I think they’re a huge reason why I continue. Not to mention, the bulk of my audience are bloggers themselves which shows how much of a blogging community there is- all supporting and inspiring one another. It’s like we all have our own tiny corners of the internet.
And even more obviously, I have to thank every single person who reads this. It baffles me; I check my stats and can’t get my head around it that all of these people are actually reading my writing. So thank you.
Hope you’re enjoying your weekend. X