So I’ll admit, I haven’t really been writing much on Medium these days. So much has been happening in my life lately that Medium just got put on the back burner.
With that said, I still do try to put out at least two articles a month, though some months I fall short. Very short.
In any case, I am still here, albeit, randomly.
My big move and my story
So at the end of October I moved from Guatemala to Mexico. It was a big, scary and fun move. I’m slowly settling in. I’m not sure I love it here yet but I’ll give it time.
The cute little house I moved in to is purple, has inspirational words on it and what looks to be grapevines and grapes though my landlady tells me they are wisterias. 🤷♀️ I’m not the only one who sees bunches of grapes. Whatever.
I wrote a fun little story about my big move and my cute little purple house. I was excited about my house and wanted to share the significance of it and show off a picture of it.
In case you missed it, wait, of course you did, only one person saw it (and this article is dedicated to her) here’s my cute little house:
Pretty cute huh?
Apparently only person thought so. Tina Hentley saw my article, read it and showed it some love ❤
According to my stats, only 7 people read it. I don’t get it. I must come up with another title strategy I guess.
What the actual fuck?
I’m still baffled why no one else saw this article. And then I thought, well maybe just the title sucked so bad no one really gave a shit about the article.
Well Tina gave a shit. :)
It made me question my writing skills, again, and then it made me question Medium, again. And then I just questioned everything like, why do I even give a shit how many people read or clapped for my story?
Well lemme tell ya, when you write something and no one pays it any attention whatsoever, it sure kicks your self confidence to the curb. Oy.
And then I thought to myself, well, if you wrote more on Medium Iva, maybe they will show more of your stuff in the feed. Does it even work like that?
But then there’s this whole new thing on Medium where claps don’t really count anymore and bla bla bla. I dunno. It’s still nice to see them. You know, validation if you will.
Some of us still like to look at pretty numbers. I’ll be the first to admit being a numbers whore. I thrive on analytics and data and…well, numbers.
It seems that the number 1, is the prettiest number to me right now.
To that one person
But one person paid it attention and this letter goes out to you.
Thank you. Thank you for helping me pick my self confidence and self esteem up off the curb.
It’s hard af being a writer. We never know who wants to read our stuff, who likes our stuff and if our stuff sucks. When one person, even one person, shows it some love, we’re happy-ish (ideally we would love thousands of people loving up our stuff, but in a real world…).
I just want you to know you made my day. I often go back to that article just to see that number 1 right beside the clappy hands thingy. Someone read it and thought it was good enough to clap for it.
So thank you Tina. You gave some hope to this frustrated writer and put a smile on my face.
I hope you have the most amazing day ever, every day. ❤
Wait, of course you missed it.
I figured I can’t end this story without at least dropping a link to said story that got one clap from one awesome person ❤
But don’t bother clapping. I really love the single solitary 1 beside the clapping hand thingy ❤ No, seriously, I mean it.
peace and love
xo iva xo