This is my Reward every Spring. The photo was taken at our arboretum near Asheville last May. It won’t be long now!
Submitted for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray
Ahhh summer, how I love you. I pine for you on cold, dreary December days. I rejoice upon your return and bask in your embrace, unashamed. But your flirtation is brief and intense, like a butterfly landing momentarily on a bloom. Soon you will depart once again, and I will cling to your memory, as it is all that you have left me.
I was casually perusing my stats page today, and I noticed that I have been unfollowed. Yes, I have few enough followers that I notice these things…so. This has happened a few times in my fledgling blogging career, and I know that it’s really stupid, but it kind of bothers me.
I started this project like many of you out there, to have a place to express my feelings and my creativity, to have an outlet, maybe to help someone in a similar situation. It was all hunky-dory. I wrote freely, cursed occasionally, and the words flew out like bees out of a broken hive.
Then I discovered this monster they call “stats”. Now I could actually get instant feedback on how my posts were being received. Uh oh. Just give me a pipe and sell me some meth. I wrote about my first encounters with the stats demon in “From Breast Cancer Blogger to Stats Whore”, where I undoubtedly lost some followers who were offended by the title.
Of course all of this is
a product of my dysfunctional childhood longing to be loved in jest. I’m not really heartbroken or anything. It just makes you wonder. Did I write something that was so boring you couldn’t tolerate another post? Did you blindly follow me along with 1,000 others that day to see who would reciprocate? That last one doesn’t work very well with me. I actually read all of the material from people I follow, so I don’t follow everyone back who follows me. There aren’t enough hours in the day.
Most likely, someone either liked one of my photographs or poems and then got tired of hearing about breast cancer, or vice versa. I realized a while back that I may have to split my blog in two. I find myself trying to please two completely different audiences, and I have begun censoring what I write as a result. And that kind of defeats the purpose of having a blog in the first place.
scatter-brained Piscean, I scare myself sometimes. My mind has always been this way. I think horizontally, and my blog reflects that. I have many different interests, and even I never know which will take precedence on any given day. I’m sure this confuses my poor readers at times. I know this because sometimes in conversation I have to stop mid-sentence and explain to people how I arrived at the thought I’m sharing, which to them seems completely random and irrelevant, but to me makes perfect sense if you’re inside my head.
So what do you think? Do you feel like my blog would be more effective if I split it into two…one strictly about breast cancer and daily life, and another for my more creative side (photos, writing, poems)? You can be honest….just don’t unfollow me.
God sent me an angel,
with wobbly legs for wings.
To heal a cruel and gaping wound
that Fate was soon to bring.
With every toothless smile
and every soggy kiss,
You wove our souls together,
and taught my heart new bliss.
Now it’s time to find your feet;
each step feels like a mile.
You look back for reassurance;
I put on my bravest smile.
Keep trying little angel,
with determination strong.
I will be your savior,
As you’ve been mine all along.
Well, we’ve come to the end of the challenge. Where did I end up on my vacation? No, it wasn’t the most glamorous or distant locale imaginable, but it is one of my most favorite places, and home to the #1 beach in the USA, Siesta Key. I just can’t seem to get enough; this is my second trip to the same spot since the beginning of the year. Have a look.
All of this week’s photos were taken on a single day in downtown Sarasota, Florida.