Little did I know when I woke up Tuesday morning that, in addition to Hazel's second birthday, it was going to be "I Love Linda Day."
It started before my feet hit the bedroom floor. My iPhone was charging on my side of the bed and so first thing, I checked my email to find a private Facebook message from a name I didn't recognize. It simply said, "I love your blog!"
Great start to the day. I wrote back saying thank you and I often wonder who the hell reads my crap. I've said a million times that the best thing about blogging is connecting with people; I've made some wonderful friends since I started this blog almost four years ago.
My new friend and I exchanged back and forth a bit, and she said she was hesitant to "friend" me because she did that once with a blogger who got all in a snit and even called her out on her next post asking why she would do such a thing, since she didn't know her in real life and what could they possibly have in common?
Not me, man; I'll take all the friends I can get.
Anyway, it was nice to start the day feeling appreciated, and a few hours later things got even better when I received an email from beloved fellow blogger Very Josey saying she posted about me. I checked out her site, and I am telling you, I was floored to see this post. I'm not kidding, tears were streaming down my face. I NEVER could have seen that coming.
The reason I'm posting this is not to remind you how friggin' awesome I am (okay, well maybe just a little). No, seriously--I wanted to share this with you because we all go through phases where we get down on ourselves. Everybody goes through times where you question your self-worth and wonder if you've ever made a sound decision in your life. You think you should have more by this age, whether it's more money in your 401K or more accomplishments under your belt or both. You should be in better shape. You should try harder at work, even though you hate being there. You should be more patient with others. You should make more time for yourself. You should at least freakin' acknowledge the comments on your blog that nice people have taken the time to write (I know).
You should, you should, you should, blah, blah, blah...
So yeah, it's so easy to convince yourself that you positively suck at everything. But there are people out there--and I mean perfectly sane, well adjusted people--who think you are the tits.
On Tuesday, I was reminded of that. But did my new Facebook friend reach out to me because she suddenly decided she liked my blog? Did Josey get a blast of inspiration from me out of nowhere and dash off that blog post right then and there? Of course not. It's just that, coincidentally, I heard from them within a couple of hours. So I'm gonna say it again:
Whether you know it or not, there are people who think you're the tits.
Just because you don't know who they are, doesn't mean they're not there.