From the bottom of my heart . . .
You don’t have to take the time to read my words, but you do.
You aren’t obligated to take an extra moment of time to like or share or comment, but you do.
I want you to know how much it means to me. How it makes my heart dance and sing each time you leave a little bit of yourself here with me. You don’t have to . . . but you do.
How I wish I could tell you just how much it means it to me.
It may seem silly, and perhaps it is, but I feel connected to each and every person who leaves their mark upon my little world here. The other world, it’s too big and noisy and crowded, this is where I feel at home.
I’ve left the door open and invited all to enter. I may not be the best hostess, I don’t always have something wonderful to say, but by coming in and saying hello, you’ve given my words value.
You make me want to open up and share, I still hold back. I’m like the hostess of a party who retreats to her room once the quests have arrived – you though, you make me want to come out and join in and I am trying.
I read an article this morning about blogging, it said you had to have a niche. It said you had to have something people want or need to hear if you ever want to be a success.
I don’t have a niche. I have a voice, one I’m learning to use a little more. Success is something subjective to me, if just one word I’ve written has moved someone, made them think, or encouraged them in some way, then I count that as a success. Damn right I do.
I recieved a well-intended message recently from a reader, she said I should focus on something. You have autistic children, make an autism blog. You are a writer, make a writing blog. You have diabetes, make a health blog. You are a poet, make a poetry blog. Do something that will draw in people who want to learn what you have to teach them.
Oh, sweet girl . . . thank you, but no.
It meant a lot to me that she would take the time to encourage me in this way, but no. That’s just not where I am right now. I can’t dedicate my mind to a singular subject, maybe one day, but not just yet.
I am grateful to that young woman, she saw something within these pages and took the time to reach out to me, it was a lovely gift and it touched my heart.
I cherish each of you, I just kind of thought you should now.
I’ve been told to choose my audience recently as well. But my audience is whoever enjoys what I have to say, because that is me and that is why we are here.
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Love you, Crystal.
You’re like me – our niche is egocentric, but it works for us. I adore your words, your thoughts, your heart. ❤
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And I feel the same about you ❤️💕❤️
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*grins* ❤ ❤
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Hey I nominated you for the Lovely Blog award because I love your writing and wNted to know a bit more about you – check it out on my recent post – and I love this post of yours too such a lovely lady 👌💫
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My niche is me. You listed those various things – autism, diabetes, writing, etc. We are all the sum of our many parts. I write about the parts that are me. Period.
Probably why nobody reads me… 😀
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The people who are meant to find us do ❤️ We found each other, after all 💕
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True enough.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
A thankful muse
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😊
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You are so very welcome. Actually, I think you do have a “niche” – Your niche is simply you, your own self. Some people might define success as a blogger in terms of accumulating vast numbers of followers and selling their eyes to advertisers. I have a different view and have nothing to sell, just my own restless mind’s thoughts and the words of others that have meaning for me, for whatever reason. You are one of those, be they few or many.
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