I lost one

And I'm ok with that


I lost a follower.

I had 11 in the morning, and by evening I had 10.

What does that mean?

Am I that boring?

Is my simple life of motherhood too mundane rather than the occasionally inspiring piece of the internet I hope it to be?

Or did someone just decide to stop following because they didn't have time, or did I hurt their feelings, or did some cataclysmic event happen that prevents them from reaching their computer?

I don't know the answers to these questions.

But it has caused me to ponder my blog and why I write it.

Partly it is to keep a record of my life with my husband and children.
On some occasions it is for me to share whatever thoughts are trapped in my head and need to get out.
While at other times it's just for attention when I feel especially witty.

But ultimately it's to feel that I have a presence that isn't only physical. That somewhere my thoughts to words are recorded and kept, cherished by the few who give a darn about my little world.

Obviously that's not for everyone. So to the follower who no longer finds me worthy of following, I wish you well in your search for a blog that feels worthy of your time.

To the rest of you, I love you. Seriously.