I just have to say, having one of my posts go viral was a very humbling experience for me. Its made me think a lot about what is in my heart, what I want to share with the world, and how I am going to convey it.
I need to give credit where credit is due. My good friend, Logan, is responsible for getting my post so many views. He read what I'd written, and decided it was an important enough message to share with others, so he submitted it to a larger blog with lots of traffic. He didn't even expect them to post my link! And of all the submissions that blog gets everyday, we were both totally shocked when we realized the owner of the larger site had seen some value in the content I'd written and decided it was worth giving a broader audience.
I have been blogging for years, and have always hoped something would touch a large number of people in a big way. But let's face it. There are probably hundreds of millions of bloggers around the world, the odds of that ever happening were slim to none, and more likely none. So I changed my philosophy pretty early on. I decided that it was okay if only a few people ever read my words, as long as whatever I wrote was straight from my heart, and (hopefully) made people think about their world, their views, and the way they treat others. I wasn't out to try and change anyone's mind, I just wanted to make people think.
I think what was most humbling of all had nothing to do with sheer numbers. It was that someone believed in me and thought what I had to say was so valuable that others needed to read it, too. There is something very beautiful in that; having someone believe in you that much. And it was so validating to know that others actually wanted to hear what I had to say.
That particular post was written out of a place of maternal frustration, pain, and heartache. I didn't ever fathom it would touch people who weren't parents, much less have them identify with it in such a way that they did. I guess I didn't give myself - or my readers - enough credit on that one. But it made me realize that I do have the ability to touch others with what I have to say, and that people are able to make of it what their minds and hearts need.
Out of that post, I have heard stories of others' heartaches with bullying, the dark places they've been, the resulting "phoenix experiences" from the hardships, and just the challenges of being "different." I don't know if it was healing for others to know that others have been there, too, but it was very healing for me, both as a mother, and as a "different person" myself. It was good for me to know that I am not alone, and never have been. And I hope that others knowing they aren't alone was healing for them as well.
I know most of those who read that post will never lay eyes on my blog again. I'm not going to lie, there is a part of me that is bummed out about that. I enjoyed my "15 minutes." (I'm a Type A personality, what can I say?) But overall, I am satisfied and at peace, knowing that something, at some point, spoke to so many people. I will continue with the same mindset I began blogging with four years ago, of not of writing for the masses, but writing what matters.