Humbled.

I thrive off of feedback I get from other people. The perception of what I am casting off into the universe can either make or break my day. To hear someone say they are proud of me or love me or think that I am smart clears even the scariest rain clouds and chases away all the thunder of doubt. I feed off of it. I live for it.

I don't know what it is, but even though I need feedback to function, I always find a way to diminish it. Like when the sweet and encouraging words of my mother adorns my blog with more praise than any human can handle, I instinctively tell myself she has to. Why? Because she is my momma and it is the same reflex that made her cherish my horribly distorted drawings and slowly crafted stories in my big awkward child writing. She HAS to. She couldn't possibly tell me it was horrible... right?

And then there was Michael. Yes, THAT Michael. The same one that like me, you hold in high esteem as an intelligent and articulate writer that can capture your attention and make you feel what he feels in such an eloquent fashion you long to write like he does. A stranger you have never met, approves of your writing and even goes as far as to praise it publicly. The warm fuzzies start buzzing around your head and one may or may not get a little drunk on the praise.

But when someone you hold as possibly the smartest and most articulate person you have ever encountered tells you that indeed, your writing moves them, sucks them in and makes them settle into your very shoes... well THAT my friends is what it is all about. I am crazy fuzzy in the brain right now and my cup is running like Niagra Falls.

The funniest thing is, my writing may be pleasing to some, those that I know and who know me - have all said it. My writing exudes, well me. I am full of dramatic pauses and language that may not be so fitting if someone else chose to use the same words. I love it. This is what I live for.

Feedback baby. And damn good stuff too.




So thank you. All of you. Every last one of you that has stopped by my little corner of the interwebz, commented or just plain old didn't mock me straight out. What started as something to get all the crazy thoughts out of my hyperactive brain has morphed into something I need. Something ingrained in my every day life.

Thank you for the love, the encouragement and the willingness to read the things I have to say. I hope not to disappoint.