Tomorrow, I’ll write about how tearful I get knowing that majority of my readers are people who don’t even know me. It feels silly but I’m glad you care- Excerpt from Day 6.WE MADE IT TO DAY 7!
I don’t know how I feel about it, but I don’t feel like “I can’t wait to get this over with” and maybe it’s because I’m finally getting it over with!
Procrastination is the reason I’m publishing this so late, and now I’m trying to get it out before 10pm so I can do other things. I said I’d talk about how tearful I get because my most consistent supporters (after my partner), are people who do not know me on an intimate level. It’s a big deal to me. You are not obligated to subscribe, to read or even comment, but yet you do. I am not entitled to your support and I’m being honest when I say I don’t know why 300+ of you care about what I have to say, neither do I know the value it adds to your life. I’m so grateful.
A consistent theme of our generation is the need to be seen. You see me. In a way, you also see yourself in me. Tonight, I want you to fall asleep with a smile on your face knowing that you made me happy this past week.
Dear stranger, I hope to return to the favour by making you feel seen and happy through my writings.
Until next time. Ciao!
It’s been a pleasure. 💜💜
I look forward to next time.🫶🏾