Some of my favorite blog posts have gotten little to no reaction from people. Other posts I have written have gotten a lot of feedback and when I posted them I really didn’t think they would.
Often times I will spend a good amount of time writing and writing and then I read what I have written the next day and it’s awful. I wonder why I ever thought it was good. Perhaps for that reason or for the reason that I have been reading Donald Miller’s, Blue Like Jazz, again I have been bashful in posting on my blog.
When I read a book like Blue Like Jazz I’m so discouraged about writing. It’s like going out to golf on a Saturday and playing well but then coming home and watching golf on TV and realizing you are awful.
Donald Miller is such a good writer and he’s at his best in this book. The first time I read it I thought it wasn’t good and put it down. Now it’s one of my favorite books of all time. I think a lot of good books are similar. We don’t agree with a certain point or it makes us uncomfortable, but later we realize we needed to read what the author was saying.
I know I don’t need to write to try to impress people. There are people I read often who unintentionally impress with their writing because they are so talented . The reason I write is because I can’t not write. When I sit down to write something happens to me. I feel more alive doing this than I do doing anything else. I don’t know how to explain it other than it was what I was meant to do.
I may never write anywhere else but here. I certainly have dreams and aspirations to be published and to write for a large audience but if this is the only audience I have I’m perfectly fine with that.
It’s humbling that people get something out of what I write. When I write and it makes one person think differently or notice something differently or has any impact at all, it’s worth it.
Some writing I post on here which I think isn’t as good as other stuff I have written have a much larger impact than I would ever expect. I wonder when I engage with people if it works the same way? I may say something to them that I don’t think about again but means the world to them. We rarely know what someone else is going through and small things matter.
Think about a situation where someone said something to you and it meant the world to you. You know they don’t have any idea how much that meant. I want to encourage you to talk to that person about it. Reach out to them and tell them how much it meant. I struggle greatly with this.
I love when people give me positive affirmation because I struggle to do it myself. It means a lot to me when people say things to me that mean something and I rarely if ever tell them how much it meant.
Small things matter. Reach out to someone and tell them how much a minor comment in their eyes directed at you made a major impact.
A small thing like reading this blog means everything to me and I can’t thank you enough for reading it. Texts, comments, or emails back to me have never gone unnoticed and I cherish every single one of them.