I thought it would take at least six months before anyone read this blog.
In February,
I started writing here.
I made this blog to keep a record of my embroidery work,
but I also wanted to write my honest thoughts here.
It felt like a diary
no one would ever read.
I liked that feeling.
No pressure,
no audience,
just a place to write.
But when March came,
I checked the stats.
There were views.
Not many,
but not zero.
How did they find this place?
What were they searching for?
What did they think
while reading my words?
It felt strange,
but not in a bad way.
Did they understand?
Did they relate?
Or did they leave after a few lines?
I thought I was writing alone,
but maybe I wasn’t completely alone.
I still want to write
as if no one is reading.
If my honest thoughts
can give even a small bit of comfort to someone,
and I think
that makes writing here feel even better.