It felt like a miraculous happenstance the day a fellow writer answered me. This was on a writing site a couple of years ago and I’d risked reaching out to say something, anything. I was exuberant. I had been worthy of a response. She said she thought I was a good writer.
That was the first time I’d really felt the rush of befriending anyone online. The back and forth made me feel important, like the high you experience when you begin dating someone. She even asked me to contribute a piece of writing to a workshop she was running. It was fabulous and you can read it here. And then the workshop didn’t work out and she fell off the radar and was gone. Sad but life’s like that I’ve eventually discovered.
I have always easily made friends everywhere I worked, went, and lived. But I hadn’t had a lot of luck online. Mostly because I hadn’t tried yet. I suspect I was afraid no one would write back. And you know, since then, that too has happened to me a lot. C’est la vie. (Not to be confused with Chez La Vie which is how you pronounce my blog site title if you were wondering.)
In the past year, I’ve adjusted my expectations of people’s behaviors in general. We can only give as much as we have the energy to give. So all communication efforts are not based on what I want to get but what I’m honestly willing to give. And what others have to give back. No hard feelings because it’s not always about me.
My recent e-course homework was to reach out and network with ten fellow bloggers. In the first year of blogging, I wasn’t doing so much “networking”. My confidence was hovering around my ankles. Just before the class, I had started to come out of my shell. In fact I heard about the class from one gal I’d connected with. I’d even made notes on people in class and the blogs I wanted to reach out to before I got the homework assignment.
Until recently, I was probably suspicious of people’s motivations for communicating online. Were they all self-promoting egomaniacs? But in this safe happy forum of the Blog Your Way workshop network, I didn’t suspect anyone of anything other than trying to create and improve their blogs and I can relate to that. We were compatriots.
I am glad to be free of the shy shell that once held me. And I am in a place where I truly want to connect with the world and myself via those interactions. In fact, I’m looking forward to the process. If you hear me knocking, please answer the door. I’m funny and I don’t bite.