Nearly two years ago, I met some gals through friends. Though I did not have much in common with the gals, I was desperately seeking a connection. I needed to make new friends. I needed to find something outside of my life as a wife and mother. However, much like one can lead a horse to water but one cannot make the horse drink, one can fill a room with gals but one cannot force a friendship.
Though I did not generate any lasting friendships with the gals, I do give them credit for the fact that I started this blog. The gals were voracious readers and writers. I found their passion for the written word infectious. My love for writing has existed as long as I can remember, but I did little to fuel my passion. As I listened to the gals discuss their fanfiction sites and stories, I decided the time had come for me to do my own writing. Enter WordPress and Lenore Diane’s Thoughts Exactly.
Though I started this blog in January 2010, I did not have more than a handful of subscribers or base of regular readers until February 2011. In March, when I gave up Facebook for Lent, I noticed my stats increased further, and I welcomed more subscribers. Within the past several months, the connection I’ve made with other bloggers is amazing.
I have surrounded myself with other writers, who motivate me through their own written words. And, much to my surprise, friendships were made. One example is my friend, L1. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon her blog. I’ve found many bloggers through WordPress’ Freshly Pressed, as well as comments left on various blogs. I don’t recall L1 being Freshly Pressed, though she is certainly worthy of the honor, nor do I recall seeing comments left by L1. So again, I am not sure how I found Havocandshine, but when I found it – I began stalking her blog regularly. (I always left a comment and noted my visit, so that makes stalking OK, right?)
Thankfully, she was receptive to my comments and stalking. She never once blocked me or threatened to block me. In fact, we exchanged emails. No longer did we need WordPress to communicate with one another; we took the friendship offline. Okay, fine. One needs to be online to access email, so technically we were online. Whatever.
One day I received an email from L1 that changed everything. She wrote, “And also… um… this is awkward… but it just seems like…well. I am really not a stalker or anything, but there are moments when I actually pick up the phone to call you. Seriously. I know. And yet, I do. Now, it should be pretty obvious that I’m no internet wiz, so I won’t be finding your pertinent info online, so rest easy, but um… well, here’s my cell – and uh… you know, if you feel like it… you could block your number or something if you want. I just uh… you know, um… call me sometime if you want… no pressure… um… yeah.”
The best part? I hate the phone. I know, hate is a very strong word. I’ll rephrase my sentiment; I loathe the phone. Any one of my friends will tell you how much I
hate loathe the phone. So, when I received the email from L1 inviting me to call her, I quickly shot back a response. (For the record, on the off chance it is not obvious, L1 and I write like we speak – for better or worse.)
“Here’s the thing, L1. I hate the phone. HATE it. I love email, and when I am online, I like instant messaging – I use Yahoo! IM for work daily. Seriously, it is the way we communicate for work. I’m not kidding. HOWEVER, I will make an exception to the rule. You are welcome to call me. WELCOME to call me. Any time – though preferably before 9pm, because I am lame – tired – eating ice cream – or just lame. You may think I am kidding, too. I have a friend in Maryland – one of my best friends – she’ll call me, and I will literally say, “Laura. I’m eating ice cream. Call me tomorrow.” I suck as a friend. Thankfully, Laura laughs – and she’ll keep talking.”
Suffice it to say, L1 and I talk by phone on a weekly basis. She’s even broken my ‘no calls after 9pm’ rule, and I still accept her calls. L1 is currently in Maryland, visiting her brother who is nearing the end of his battle with Pancreatic cancer. I decided to write this post, because my heart is with L1, right now.
When I began blogging, I was writing to save myself and my marriage. I enjoy writing, and writing is a catharsis for me. The friendships I have made over the past several months is the ice cream on my cathartic cake. L1 is not the only friend I’ve made through blogging. I consider all the bloggers I read on a daily basis friends. And, as I read more of their work, and they read more of my work, I find a stronger connection with them. I am thankful for my blogging friends. Every day, I genuinely look forward to reading the words written by my friends. When a blogging friend is absent for several days, I find I miss him/her. I’ve made friends through blogging. I’ve made friends through this – an internet connection. To my blogging friends I say, “Thank you.”
Be kind; take care of yourself and each other. And, remember to tip your bartender!