I ran into someone today that reads my blog. She is a dear, dear person, but I didn't know she read my blog. It's not out of the realm of reason. I know she reads Kelly's blog, and Kelly mentioned me on her blog. That means she reads my stuff, too.
But, it's the first time, someone I didn't know reads me, mentioned it.
So I did what any normal blogger does.
I sweated profusely.
I started fanning myself.
And yes, I thought about throwing up a little.
It was a proud, proud moment. I recovered and shared my latest, best material that is too personal to share with all 6 of my readers. I knew laughter would give me the chance to compose myself.
Thanks for your encouragement!
1 comment:
I, too, always feel awkward and naked when I meet someone who reads the blog. Crazy!
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