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I wait for the applause

Welcome to another post but before I dive in like nothing happened, let me explain. I have been off for the month of July mainly questioning my carrying on writing to you because of the feedback along the way. I saw great growth only for it to come crashing down. I am back nonetheless and in that line I thought to write something related to me almost giving up on blogging.

Let me start here. 
You never know your audience. 

Just the other day while pouring out my heart to my mother, I learnt she reads my blogs. The thought still amuses me particularly that I was sure she didn't even have a clue that I write, bless you facebook and hi mum.
Some months back, I also found out the blogger behind a blog I closely read, 'Suzyo was here', has read my blog before.
*I'll leave the link to his latest post at the end of the post if you're interested.

Besides me being extremely thrilled, well the point is you never know your audience.
This is applicable whether or not you do anything that catches the public eye. Even in your conduct, your dealings with people, the way you show love or simply by being you, you could inspire and motivate equally you could tear down.
Remain faithful for you might well be the only Bible someone ever reads if that is where your belief lies to start with. 

In context to blogging, my basing the impact of my blog with the statistics was unreliable and unfair to my self and my audience which I now realise.

Not everyone will, in my case, leave a comment, share or tell me about how I have helped in a direct message or email.
I have to believe in my own work before anyone else does and that it is as intended, relevant aswell as helpful.

I should also say that sometimes statistics can give you a reason to introspect how you can get better in your crafts and general acts of service. 
I am looking to get better and this was a wake up call for me.

Be open to criticism but do not be tossed to and from by it.
Besides whether we like it or not, we are not in control of other people but of ourselves. 
This to say we possess our own frames of mind and backgrounds, no wonder we can't have the same opinion or appreciate the same things and that in itself is also ok, we have the freedom of choice.

Stay true to your 'why'
I had mentioned this in an earlier post, 'Not so prologue'. My 'why' in starting to blog was and is to help. Be it a simple 'I can relate', a reminder and/or an eye opener. If non of these, even a time filler or entertainment, if you will, would do.
If I was being of service why then did numbers nearly become the death of me?


"Not everybody can be famous but everybody can be great because greatness is determined by service... you only need a heart full of grace and a soul generated by love."


In the end it is not easy hanging on despite not seeing results or not having the roaring crowd behind you but I have to get comfortable with not having an auditorium's standing ovation and still be able to keep going.
After all my personal drive and hope is what will keep me going than letting numbers derail me.
Through it all we must solidier on and make the most of such experiences for our betterment.

I'd like to give a shout out to you who commented on my posts, shared my link with your people, asked me when my next post would be out, gave me feedback through direct messaging, encouraged me to continue writing, read my posts like you're doing now and also you who plan on reading the previous ones you may not yet have read yet. Thank you again.

Until next time💃 
Stay safe, optimistic and don't give up. 
Feel free to comment and share.🤝🏼
The promised link; 

http://suzyowashere.blogspot.com/2020/07/a-knotty-love-letter.html?m=1

And this post's watercolour painting.







 

Comments

  1. Benson Thandizani DakaAugust 6, 2020 at 8:01 AM

    Hey Wana, this is amazing and encouraging at the same.
    I've really liked how you've brought up the never give up knowledge. So profound!👌
    Thank you for sharing. Eagerly waiting for the next post 😃😃

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  2. CHABALA KENNEDY SUNKUTUAugust 7, 2020 at 4:49 AM

    You just have to keep going Wana, for me and for every one else who reads your posts 😄❤

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  3. Kabamba MusondaAugust 7, 2020 at 11:32 AM

    Thank you for this Wana!😀👌🏾❤️

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  4. MwizaAugust 7, 2020 at 11:38 AM

    Food for thought , great content as always

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  5. RandomAfricanManAugust 8, 2020 at 12:44 PM

    A man was on the beach tossing starfish washed up on the shore back into the sea. A curious observer stated it was useless to toss all the starfish back in the sea. The man smiled and replied it made a difference to the ones I tossed back. I say this allegory to say, I am the starfish you tossed back in the sea thank you.

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  6. UnknownAugust 9, 2020 at 10:51 AM

    Aww Wana this is nice and encouraging!! And the painting too🥺

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