The World Is Trying To Tell You Something
At the beginning of the month, I set a goal for myself with regards to this blog. At the beginning of the month I had probably about 30 followers. My goal was to reach 50 followers by the end of January. I knew then that this was mostly out of my control. All I could do was keep writing things I care about, keep trying, keep hoping. So that’s exactly what I did. Some things were good, some were terrible. Every post is a part of me, and I read every single comment that I get in response.
Becoming Freshly Pressed was completely unanticipated. I was ecstatic, though, and am still reeling from the incredible results it has had for my blog, and for my confidence in my writing in general. And because of that, I now have over 500 lovely followers.
When something exceeds your expectations by so much (ten times what I was hoping for!), you have to take a second to really pay attention. Why did this happen? Was it just luck? Is the world trying to tell me something?
I have always had doubts about what I’m doing with my life. I am doing a business degree not because I wanted to do it, but because my parents forced me into it. I had no say in the matter. I’m not about to drop out of school and become a writer, but I am definitely thinking about how I will incorporate writing into my future.
Writing makes me whole. It makes the world make more sense. It makes me happy, even if I can’t tell the people closest to me what’s going on in my life. As well, blogging has taught me that even when hundreds of people like what you’ve written, there will always be a few who hate it. Or link their post back to yours just so that they can bash it and insult you for creating that monstrosity.
Writing is hard. You open you soul to people who don’t know you, and can’t control what kind of feedback you’ll get. Often the feedback is okay, just not what you were hoping for. Other times a real conversation begins as people find ways of connecting to the things you say. Sometimes you’ll really be able to strike a chord with someone who is swayed by emotion at your words.
Everywhere you look there are words of discouragement towards writers and artists of all kinds. People will tell you you can’t make that a career. You will be poor and unhappy. I love writing, but the fear of being deemed “unsuccessful” is enough to hold me back from doing what I really want. I’m an emotional person, and for people to read the bare, honest truth and tell me it is wrong is hard for me to handle. I’ve wanted to write a novel for a long time, but the fear of going nowhere has always held me back. Now, though, I’m tempted to try anyways. Screw the haters.
Maybe it was all a coincidence that just happened to come at a really important time for me. Whatever the reason, I’m definitely going to pay more attention to what’s going on around me from now on, and keep looking for signs from the universe that will hopefully point me in the right direction when I start to feel lost.
When the world does try to tell you something, will you be listening?