I don't bother with electronic gadgets much while I'm on holiday, so when I got home I checked my blog ... and was sad to find just one comment. Now I'm really not a comments junkie but when I realised I'd had 2,500 visitors of whom just one had bothered .... well I felt like giving up. Probably tired and emotional after a long journey? And yes, I know, 2,500 visitors is simply awesome, I had no idea it would be so many, and I am awed and grateful for that.
There is always comfort and solace in working in my journal, so inevitably that's what I did. I'd wanted to use some of the images from this pictorial archive book for some time. At last, a book I can cut up without a scrap of guilt!
I journal because I can't NOT do it - it is necessary therapy for me, and I can't not express myself this way, not to mention it being a joyful activity that brings light into my limited life. I share my pages just because it feels right to take the risk of putting myself out there, and hoping the things I struggle with might help somebody else. I DON'T do it so can I feel warm and fuzzy when people leave me nice comments, which occasionally they do, and it is lovely. One or two have even got in touch by email to tell me that something I'd posted here had been important to them. Its special to hear that, especially when journalling and blogging are both essentially solitary activities.
Haven't listened to myself I decided to behave like a grown up and just keep on keeping on, without expectation of praise or reward of any kind.