The other day, my blog had a total of one view.
Now, this view–it wasn’t even from a recent post. It was from a really old post, back from when my blog was a baby. For some reason–probably because it shows up in web searches regarding the ever-popular topic of Myers-Briggs personality types–this post continues to get a lot of traffic, despite its age.
Anyways, that’s besides the point.
The point is, my blog got one view the other day and, more importantly, my reaction to this was:
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Every now and again, I like to revisit my reasons for blogging. While I did this a lot more at the beginning of my journey as a blogger–writing numerous posts in the first few months of this blog’s existence on that topic–it’s still something that crops up in the back of my mind now and then.
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So, about this blogging business–lately, my stats have been terrible. Let me say that again. In the past few months, my blog stats have slowly petered down to almost non-existent. While I was never garnering a huge amount of views on my blog, my stats have really been terrible of late. T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. The number of likes and comments I’ve been receiving have been dismal. My followers are growing steadily, but I also know that the majority of those followers don’t even read my blog.
While I would have found all this exceptionally aggravating in the past, though, I’m finding now that I really don’t care. Part of me does wish my stats would pick up. It’s always nice to see the numbers get a little higher on any particular Continue reading “Blogging Thoughts: May 2016 Edition”
I remember being in a new place and feeling overwhelmed and homesick and lonely…
…I remember crying in bed because I didn’t know what else to do.
I remember being with you and feeling…so normal…so right.
I remember that locale that felt like a home away from home in a foreign place.
I remember feeling free…and exhilarated…and on top of the world, on top of life.
I remember how I couldn’t stop smiling, until I wasn’t–until tears were splattering down my face. Continue reading “I Remember… (Second Edition)”
Hello from Hong Kong!
Or, the Hong Kong Airport to be more exact.
(Does it really count to say I’m spending half a day here if I’m actually not leaving the airport? It’s late night here, so there’s not a whole lot to see at the moment besides a few sleeping and low activity passengers around me).
Let’s cut to the chase.
Travel has been pretty painless.
The fifteen hour flight was long, yes, but the seat next to me was empty, so I had some really nice extra space to sprawl out on when trying to get some sleep (especially for economy seating). There was lots of good in-flight entertainment objects–I watched two movies and listened to a Continue reading “Traveling is [Boring]…or, when Long Layovers Take Over Your Life”
A doe stands guard over her fawns
Orange, vintage, an antique store find
Forever alert as her babies rest
Safely secured on a book shelf today
Only time will tell
Trinket found: My parents’ living room
This post is inspired by a similar post by Sabina over at Victim to Charm.
I was unbelievably struck by the poignancy of her words as she recounted memories of her own in short but beautiful snippets. I fell in love with the idea and wanted to try a hand at it myself. I soon realized that the seemingly simple action of writing down memories (which is, of course, not as simple as it sounds) is an excellent writing exercise.
I was amazed at the memories that came back to me when I really put my mind to it. I soon had pages and pages of notebook pages filled. I’m currently traveling right now, so this was not only an excellent writing exercise, but a pretty good way to pass the time in the car, too.
A memory is so much more than a moment in time. Some memories define a person and others are simply snippets of color on this canvas that is life…they combine to tell a unique and personal story. Here are some of mine, snippets Continue reading “I Remember…”
Drat, it’s Tuesday night!
Time got away…I forgot
to write a haiku!
Continue reading “More Time, Please?”
Here’s a story:
I spent last summer interning in Washington D.C. For eight weeks, I lived the quite unglamorous, but adventurous life of an unpaid intern in one of the United State’s most expensive cities. I lived in shitty intern housing (we found not one, but TWO unwelcome fungi growing at the base of our bathroom vanity in the course of my time there); I lived off of a pretty cheap diet that would have left my mother concerned (I finally caved in about the fourth week and paid the little extra money for mixed greens at the grocery store, something I initially viewed as unnecessary on my frugal budget…oh my, salad never tasted so good after those four long weeks of surviving off of Continue reading “Little Things, Content Moments”