It’s weird, knowing that people read your blog. I mean, sure, it’s one thing to write a post and get comments, but having someone come up to you face to face and mention it is somehow different. Kinda surreal. One of my friends compared reading my blog to being able to root through my underwear drawer. Sorry to burst your bubble, but my underwear had a tendency to live on the floor (don’t worry, clean clothes and dirty ones are separate piles). How’s that for personal over-sharing?
But knowing that people read my blog has other consequences as well. For one, I’m more conscious about whether I have anything worth saying, or if what I write is going to be worth reading. It’s likely just Self Doubt starting to whisper again, but I seem to be a bit susceptible right now, seeing as I’m running low on sleep.