I walked out of the lounge room later this evening. Hubbie called out after me.
“Can you bring back my phone? I wanna read your gratitude blog.”
This made me smile for more than simply egotistic reasons. I had told him recently that I was frustrated. I had no one to talk to, share with, and bounce feedback off about my blogs, my writings… it was making me feel antsy, disenchanted, and lonely.
Sure, there are people out there that read them. But I am realistic. Unless you are a writer yourself, you don’t tend to passionately follow these kinds of pursuits to the point where you are offering feedback and analytical critique. It is just not your natural forte.
And I get it. Really I do. But when I see that my sad stories get a rise out of people, I have to wonder…
Why do you ask me about something bad, rather than maybe, how I came to do this in the first place? Aren’t you interested in my passion? Or is it only interesting when life goes wrong for me?
It’s a sad day when you feel as if you aren’t getting the support you need amongst supposedly ‘supportive’ followers.
I told Hubbie I needed to get out there and network. I had to meet other like-minded individuals. I had to get these feelings and thoughts and ideas out of me, and into a sphere of people who would nod their head in understanding, rather than stare at me like I’d just said “goo goo ga ga.”
“Talk to me!” Hubbie had said earlier today. “The way I tell you about my cars and music stuff, you can tell me anything you want about your writing.”
And not only is that invitation open, but his new routine will be actually reading my blog posts.
Let’s see how long this lasts 😉
And even if it doesn’t, just the fact that I am supported by someone who truly has my back…
It is priceless.