As I’ve said, before, I was probably one of the last people to give Facebook a try. The thought of calling myself a blogger still doesn’t sit well with me, because I really don’t feel like I have the kind of content that would drive an audience to this site consistently. I refused to even think of joining Twitter, until I realized the benefits of networking. (Which I must admit, I have met some very kind, helpful, wonderful people through Facebook and Twitter.)
But I’m noticing some things — a lot of repetitive thoughts, revolving around followers, likes, comments; followers, likes, comments; followers, unfollowers, unlikes, likes, comments. And although this probably won’t stop any time soon, I can only try to dig deeper, and attempt to shed some light on something that is really starting to bother me.
Many people will say, it doesn’t matter how many follows, likes, feedback, site members, or shares they receive. I find that difficult to believe, when there is so much excitement about the number of likes a Facebook “fan” page has gotten. Sure, people who support you are important, but, I think the balance becomes lost in numbers. Some of us become so caught up in numbers, that the purpose of our gifts, fades to a speck compared to the number game.
I think of the number of unanswered emails. Then I ponder the followers, likes and comments. Some days I notice “unfollowers” and “unlikes”. More likely than not, I notice a lack of reciprocation (which is a huge pet peeve) in so-called reciprocal groups, where writers support one another .
Many days, I want to hop up and squeal, because just when I think I’m talking to myself here, on my Facebook author page, and Twitter, I find that someone claims that they are moved. Well, that’s what I strive for, but why do I hold my breath, waiting for someone else to validate something that comes from my heart?
For me, it sort of goes back to the little things — finding gratitude in the little things — which is becoming a huge theme for me. Gratitude does not exist in numbers. It certainly does not rest in the crevices of expecting reciprocation. I know I’ve got to pay more attention to the fact that there is so much more power in releasing those repetitive thoughts, and accepting — appreciating — every step of my journey.
And as I posted days ago:
Dreamed it — it presented itself. As it presented itself, little by little, little was never quite enough. Now face to face with the dream, vision is blurred .. every little fragment is proof that its all coming together. But vision is blurred by the lack of gratitude. Gratitude must be present, or the dream will crystallize, dissipate and scatter.