No great expectations.
I honestly didn’t have any really big expectations when I once again began seriously writing in my blog. It was meant to be a way to pass the time and share a story or two. If I picked up a few readers along the way, so much the better.
I have read many of the advice blogs on how to be a better blogger. I’ve read that you need a niche, so that readers will be more interested. I’ve read a lot, and I’ve ignored a lot. Not because it wasn’t good information or advice, it simply did not fit my ideas of how I wanted my blog to progress.
I don’t write a “how to” blog. I do not see myself as a teacher, so you won’t find blogs with precision instructions on how to build, grow, paint, etc…
I rarely leave my house so I definitely don’t write a travel blog filled with an abundance of information and gorgeous photos to entice you to visit.
I’m not going to tell you ways to lose weight, gain weight, exercise, or what to eat. I also don’t have a wealth of recipes.
I’m not the grammar police nor could I give technical information on photography.
The only fiction writes I’ve shared are those that were part of a writing challenge. Things that would never go any further. I haven’t written poetry in years and have no knowledge of its many forms.
Those are what immediately come to mind, I know there are many more that I don’t do. Because I know that my lack of knowledge would shine and I would look rather foolish. So, if I don’t do any of that? What do I write? I write my heart.
I write about the usual stuff around here. I write about the things that touch my life and my heart. Every once in a while there may be a rant slip in, but not usually. I write about the things I learn. I write about my desire to encourage and inspire. I write about hopes for the future. I write, in the hopes that someone coming along and reading, may find something that touches them, and gives them a better understanding, a better feeling, a bit of hope, a reason to try harder.
I write the down home stuff that reminds me of Mayberry and a certain sheriff. I’m no one famous, I don’t have an important position anywhere. I’m not an enfluencer. I’m someone who writes because I can no more stop writing, than I can stop breathing.
The amazing thing is, that there has been and continues to be growth as far as my log is concerned. No, I’m a long way away from having the following that many others do, but I am so grateful for all who are. It amazes me with each notification of a new follower. Every ‘like’ and every comment are an encouragement for me to continue and to try harder.
But it isn’t just the blog that has grown. Over the course of the last year, I have grown personally in many ways. Grown in ways that I would have never expected. I still have a long way to go. I have things I need to prune away so others can grow and bloom. But I can look at myself and see the growth and changes. I know where that has come from and it isn’t my doing. Thank you Lord, for the talent you gave me, for the ability and means to use that talent and for those who are here encouraging me.
Here’s to more growth in the time to come.