A quiet summer day
Sun kissed street fit for play
My heart beats astray
#Haiku 1
never stop exploring your SELF
A quiet summer day
Sun kissed street fit for play
My heart beats astray
#Haiku 1
The very first thing I do when I wake up is to reach for my iPhone and scan my emails.
This may sound pathetic to some of you but I have really come to embrace and accept that I like doing this. It’s that first 15 minutes of my waking moment that I am the most lucid and fresh. And if I wake up early with 30 minutes extra under my belt, then it is in those first 30 mins of my day that I also do some of my “better” writing. I write after i read my emails. I get inspiration after I read, you see.
So yes I scan what IOS calls “All Inboxes”. What do I look for? I am on the look out for new posts from my favourite bloggers. Over the past 6 months, I followed a few more random strangers in addition to my all time favourite blogger Sarah Wilson.
This morning, Brian Gardner, the geeky guy who owns StudioPress and who designs themes for websites (of which my very own myGlorybox uses), wrote a rare note. He promised to write more often. Yes, this web designer likes writing too. There are a lot of unpublished people out there who are expressing themselves and sharing their writing to the whole wide webbed world. The internet has really given people like us freedom and wings and audience. Most importantly, a reading audience.
Writings are meant to be read. I do espouse that we must write like no one is reading, this means to write unguardedly. However, I believe that it should be a two way highway. We are like children. We are “driven by the attention we receive”, Brian Gardner writes.
I like that you are reading this, and reached this point of my post. I like that you “LIKE” me a lot, and that you time and time again, click on my latest notification that “Hey I have created something new again today. Please read me.”
I have said that for the past 200+ days. Heck, I’ve been asking you to read me since 2009, when I started blogging. Writing opens me up, breaks me apart, and breaks me down. My writing gives you a window, no…it’s way bigger than that… a door into my very soul. I am vulnerable and I am naked. {Oops I lie. I am only a quarter naked with you. This be the truth.} And because you do not cringe nor stay away from me, but you actually keep coming back for more… this tells me that I have your acceptance. I think you have gone past curiosity and amusement of my blurtings…You and I, we have an ongoing romance yet you do not know it. But I do. We have a romance. See, writing multiplies my emotions a hundred-fold! I even find your attention romantic!
Have I Thanked You enough for reading me? For taking 5 minutes of your precious life to read yet again another mGB brain fart or inanity or, if it is a good day, a sharing that actually moves or inspires you? Without you, my writing will not see the light of day. It will languish in the silence and loneliness of the Evernote App notebooks.
You mean the world to me. In my writing world and in my personal world. I actually don’t know all of you. I would have wanted, really really wanted, to thank each one of you. But the FB “Likes” I get in WordPress do not show your name.
I encourage you to leave me a note or your name and a short HI at the bottom of this post. So i can thank you personally for following me.
I know some of you. Because you leave footprints or crumb prints behind. Crumbs that I greedily devour! Little notes which I liken to treasures. My little gold nuggets.
I salute you for keeping me company.
I appreciate your time and attention.
With all my heart, I THANK YOU.
PS. One of these days, you will find, I will offend you with what I have written. When that day comes, I hope our bond is strong enough for you to overcome your annoyance. Be offended, then let’s move on. We’re free spirits, you and I. And of course there are crappy writings, of which you have seen plenty. And yet you still read, I am grateful!
Why can’t I seem to end this post???
THE END {na nga}!
I leave you with Ms. Morissette…a most beautiful THANK YOU song!
Thank you India, thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty, thank you consequence
Thank you, thank you, silence