Being “Freshly Pressed”
First of all, I would just like to say,
THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER CHAOS.
I was just at school, making a post about something not particularly important but somewhat funny in my mind, when I noticed someone “liked” my post from a few days ago. And then another. And then another.
I have been looking at that little stats bar at the top of my screen for days. Most of that time was spent wondering how the “+8” or whatever it says that day is based on. I would watch it sink, then decide I need something good to bring it back up. Then I would post and it would go up, maybe to “+12”.
At this point I was thinking, hey, look at me, blogging like a pro. Got my +12 on. (Yes, this is actually how I think)
But then, there was a spike. Like all of a sudden someone had used auto-click software to refresh the page thousands of times in one minute. Which is what I assumed had happened when I closed up my laptop and went to class.
Two hours later, after my finance class if that is relevant, I came back and checked my blog again.
And there were what looks like hundred of likes, comments, even follows. And to be honest, it took me quite a while to figure out where all this new traffic was coming from.
My mind is still reeling. In order to avoid doing a terrible speech in which I thank everyone I’ve ever known, I just want to say this:
Your blog is a piece of yourself. Let it represent you. Inspire you. Shape you, and how you view the world. This is a chance for you to openly and honestly talk about whatever you want to talk about.
And if becoming “freshly pressed” has taught me anything, it’s that people are listening.
Thank you to all of my readers. You have no idea how much it means to me that there are people out there who are willing to listen.
And thank you to the WordPress Angel who selected my post to be on freshly pressed. High fives all around, and you get a big, virtual bear hug.
Keep on writing, bloggers. You never know when something you say will be able to help someone else. And you never know who’s listening.