Someone said to me yesterday, “No one cares about your stupid blog.”  Which made me start thinking.  I think we all know that the instant we put something out for public consumption, it is open for debate. Not everyone is going to love it.  That’s life.  


I’ve been pleasantly surprised by every kind word I’ve received about this blog.  I’ve been surprised by the people who read it. I love hearing people say they are reading a book because I talked about it here. I like hearing other people’s opinions about the selections I’ve read.  There’s always some different perspective.  So I am really glad I’m doing this.


I think, though, that for any of us who post blogs- no matter the subject- that while we hope for readers and hope to engage people in these little facets of our lives, we’re really doing this for ourselves.  If no one looked at this, I would still read 52 books this year, and still record my thoughts about them because it is meaningful to me.


I am so glad I did this.  And I’m glad I created the Twitter account to chronicle what I am doing for the blog. I’ve “met” so many wonderful people through it. I’ve been exposed to books and authors and articles and thoughts I would never have known about otherwise.  


I’m not trying to change the world with this little blog. I’m just talking about something that’s important to me.  People may not care about it- that’s OK.  I’m doing it for me.  But for those of you who do read it, who do ask me what I’m reading next, or make suggestions for me to add to the list: Thank You.  It is more meaningful than you know, and I’m glad we’re sharing the wonderful world of words.