I used to feel like I might as well write my Seizure Mama posts on a note,
put it into a bottle and toss it into the sea.
But I knew better than this, so I have to share a story with you.
My other blog, floweralley.org, was a slow starter. That was almost four years ago.
I kept posting to myself for months.
I pretended my best gardening buddy was out there waiting to hear what I was planting.
I pretended they needed to know how to plant and tend their gardens.
I pretended that somebody out there needed me.
Then it happened, ever so slowly.
There were real gardening buddies waiting. They appeared from everywhere.
Every day I shared numbers and locations with my family, when they got home from their busy lives. I mattered. I was a gardening somebody. I was not alone.
Now, there are hundreds of followers. I know them. I love them.
Now, “The Flower” hums along with likes and comments. I hear from friends every day.
I am telling this for those of you that I follow who only have a double digit of followers right now. (Seizure Mama only has 16.)
DO NOT GIVE UP!
I read your words. You are saying something important. Really important.
Way more important than gardening.
You are doing a good job. I am sincere in this.
I am older. I have been where you are.
It will get better. You will get noticed.
Folks will hear your words, if they are true and heart-felt.
If I am following you, I consider your posts are worth my limited time.
No bottles needed.
Keep posting Amanda, Yaelle, Laura, Alec, Charlotte, Maria, Emma, Kevin, Clare, Dave and David.
(If I left out your name, forgive me. I haven’t finished my coffee yet.)
We are a team. Epilepsy people need us. We got this!