The lovely Sistasertraline at Phoenix Flights has bestowed the WordPress Family Award on me and I am chuffed to bits. This morning I was happy with my 43 followers but now my eyes are gleaming with thoughts of gold twinkly statues and I have my Oscar speech for Best Blog prepared…mwah hah hah I will win ALL the awards…..ahem!
But seriously, though we all start blogging for different reasons I doubt anybody can deny the little sliver of self-satisfaction you get at your first comment or your first follow. And for someone with a slightly less stable mind the boost it can give is always gratefully received. So thanks Sista and also, right back atcha!
Rules of WordPress Family Award
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your wordpress experience and family
4. Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them
5. That is it.
So, I don’t have 10 nominees (yet!) but the people who are definitely in my WP Family are:
When I was first diagnosed and nosing around the interwebs to find comfort, information & maybe even a silver lining in this whole crazy thing, her post was one of the first things I read that really struck me. It made me feel so much less alone, so much more “normal” and I realised that there were actually other people in this world who felt exactly like I did. That’s a pretty powerful thing when you’re at your lowest point and you feel that no one understands you. To find a person who gets the “hidden” you that you struggle to hide from most people is pretty rare – for that person to be someone on another continent, who you’ve never met and who doesn’t even know you exist….well, I did say I was crazy right!
Allie struck a chord with me because she expressed my thoughts and feelings better than I ever could and with so much humour and creativity. Then I realised she also drew me! Right there in part two. This is now my phone screensaver, because the instant I saw it something in it connected with me. I love my coffee, I love to hang out in cafes & I always glare at people who are making noise or daring to have fun in my vicinity. Why are they laughing? Why are their lives so easy and mine is so hard? Are they laughing at me? I’m such an outsider. Nobody likes me. STOP MAKING JOYOUS SOUNDS OUT OF YOUR FACE.
Since I started this blog I’ve had 42 follows and a handful of comment-exchanges with others. I have made a teeny tiny wave in the world and I have interacted with people just like me, something my “real life” never gives me the opportunity to do. It might not seem like much, but to me sitting in my home, trying to make sense of the hand life has dealt me, it means the world.