So there are a few blogs out there that I really love. Like, Really. Love. Ones that if I ever received a comment from them on my little space I would feel like I had arrived.
Those are the blogs that I get excited when I see that they have posted something.
And I read those blogs, but never comment. Because it is like they are at the cool table and I am not. And entering their domain is intimidating to me. And I will tell you why. It is my belief that once I comment on their blog, they will be like: "Who is this trublubyu? And why is she at my table? Who invited her? I must check her profile."
And I flatter myself to believe that they will immediately click on my profile and then follow the link to my blog to see if I am worthy. And if my post for that day is not the bomb (do the people at the cool table still use that phrase?), then my one chance at sitting at the cool table will be gone. Forever. Like families or diamonds. (they are forever)
So, I wait until the day that I have a post that is the bomb. And when that day comes, I am going to make my way over to that cool table and leave comments all over it in hopes that those cool table peeps will follow my link and love what I have to say and tell me in an awesome comment. And truly, it's not about the comment- it's that an amazing writer took a moment to click on over to my place and read my meager offering.
And then I will know...
That I am still the same person I was yesterday. But now I have an extra comment.
Author's note: to all the friends I have made through blogging, this is not to say that I do not admire your blogs- we have established a connection and I love it! Thanks for inviting me to your cool table. I am still in awe of having a place there.