Thank you, whoever you are…

I lazily opened the email from WordPress about my February stats. Generally I delete them since I have shown no love to whatmamathinks for many, many months. When I get the monthly emails about stats, I simply delete them without opening. I was in a phone surfing mood (read waste my time mood) and I thought let me see the flatline of my blog. I opened it and frowned. The stats were quite good. Some folks from all over the world had read my blogs. WordPress users, you know how the chart gives you fingers when they show your stats. The short bars, then a long bar, followed by a short bar. I always chuckled at the image – my blog post is showing me the finger. This February, the bars were all on the higher side. No flatline!

Who are you? How did you find my blog? What do you find interesting? I am thrilled that you took the time. Thank you!

I have a hard time opening this site now. I poured my grief here after my parents died. Writing here helped my broken heart. I consider this a vessel which carries my sorrow. Once upon a time, opening the blog site was joyful. I wrote about my children’s childhood, I wrote about some stories from my past, my romance, my newly married years, little joys, little sorrows, my adventures, my travels. Then after that awful May of 2021, this blog site became my sounding board (writing board). So this site is truly a tapestry of my life – it holds sunshine and rain.

Thank you for reading about my life. In this crazy world of ours where humans are intent on killing each other, I hope you read my blogs and found something relatable. I hope you smiled at some of them. I hope you found comfort in some. If I could reach you in any way, even in a miniscule way, I will feel grateful, fulfilled.

Lately, I have been thinking of writing again. We shall see. The February stats energized me a little bit. But even if the stats flat line, it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, I really write the blogs for myself and my children. My hope is they will have this site to look back on and find their childhood. I hope this will be their treasure chest of memories and I am the archivist like my parents were for my childhood.

I am writing one about book marks. Doesn’t the subject make you so curious? Aren’t you chomping at the bit to read about book marks? I thought so! 🙂

Patience, readers. I have to take baby steps back into it. For today, this is it.