7 years ago

Seven years ago, I started this blog. It became an important part of my life. Sometimes I share a lot, and sometimes I become a bit quieter. I guess that happens with everyone. These last months, I have been posting significantly more than before. Most notably, I posted daily in November.

Since I started this blog, I shared a lot of my self (no typo), but I shared a lot of fiction too. I wrote poetry and flash fiction; I shared music and my emotional and mental struggles. But, I also deleted many posts. I cleaned this place up recently; there were reposts I trashed and poems I took down to publish them in my book.

I would have never imagined that one day, I would be able to say that I am a published poet, but I am. Twice. (Even if it has the negative connotation of being self-published. “You’re not good enough to find a publisher”.)

I am proud of Unquiet Minds and Drowning in a Sea of Voices. Please buy your copy from your local Amazon sho, or straight from this blog.

The Top 3 posts in 2019:

Sweetest Taboo

Disappearing Feelings

Eyes closed, fantasy on

Mind you; these were the posts that were most read; it doesn’t mean they have many votes. (And even fewer comments.)

But that is okay… I appreciate comments a lot, though, silent visitors humble me and make me grateful too.

The Top 11 visiting countries are the following:

As you can see, the numbers are relatively small, but to me, they mean a lot. Luxembourg is far up, but I admit, those are fake views from when I had troubles with the app. I was trying this and that and here and there… (Between 50 and 70 should be subtracted.)

In all, there were visitors from 65 countries from all around the world.

Compared to last year, the visitor(s) from Peru and Iceland didn’t come back. Maybe next year again.

Maybe, successful bloggers are laughing now about the silliness of this post, but it means a lot to me. These small numbers are not so small after all.

You see, when you are here, reading my words and thoughts (and typos) on your screen, you are giving me your time, and time is the most precious possession we have. Choosing to spend it here – I consider that a gift.

Once in a while I consider giving this space up; once in a while I become self-conscious and wonder who will read the thoughts and musings and words of a silly Luxembourgish woman, but in the end, I love this blog. And no one is forced to stay on this site if they don’t like it.

Most posts, when they are not fiction, are moments of time in my mind. They are thoughts that may change in the morning after a good sleep – sometimes, they remain with me for a longer time. Just like a diary, albeit – a little more censored than my journal or diary will ever be.

Thank you for sharing your time with me, thank you for sticking with me through good, bad and worse, thank you for allowing me to be me, without ever casting any judgment directly at me.

I see you. I appreciate you. Thank you!

We survived the shortest day of the year – solstice.

Have a nice weekend,

Cathy