Nobody reads your blog | purple ram
I tell myself that I blog for my own sake. I write to express, to put thoughts out there for my own reflection. I publish essays because it helps me tame my thinking. And yet, that tiny toast button somehow becomes a bigger deal than it actually is.
I’d be lying if I say I don’t check the stats. I’m a numbers guy, drawn to tracking things: expenses, books, movies, runs, etc.
Writing has been my outlet, a habit I’ve had an on-off relationship with over the years. In all my reasons for writing, I mostly write for myself. I agree with Mr. Godin -- writing is clarifying, motivating and fun, even if no one's reading.
But I'll admit, it feels good knowing someone else is out there nodding along, connecting to a piece I've shared. Imagining that somewhere, a stranger reads my words in their own quiet corner, maybe in pajamas, maybe over coffee, and smiles, resonates, or even feels a spark of recognition. To me, that’s inspiring.
So, even if nobody reads my blog, the act of sharing still matters. My writing is still deeply personal, a habit of expression and reflection. And if, by chance, someone wanders in this corner of the web, that connection — however fleeting — is simply a bonus.
