I’m being followed!


Normally this realisation would lead to cold sweats, hearts that race like thoroughbreds and mouths that feel drier than the Sahara. In this case I’m not talking about being followed by the guy (or girl) you won’t go out with; or the beggar at the side of the road to whom you gave a few dollars and he/she believes that if he/she follows you then there is a good chance that you will increase the amount; or the creep who refuses to understand that his crude and sexist comments will certainly NOT be rewarded with a smile or the layabout who believes deep in his heart that just because you say “Good morning” to him, you’re dying to be his bride or….Ok, so you get the picture.

I’m actually referring to my ‘followers’ who took the time to check out my blog. So I dedicate this one as a salute to all my present and future followers.

I don’t know how many of you would remember, but if you were born in the late 70’s and early 80’s then perhaps the title of this blog will spark a memory. It’s a song on Sesame Street sung by three young turtles. I dare you to Google this. It involves following someone to the redwood tree. I thought the first line of the song would be perfect for this blog.

Anyway, I’m a bit encouraged and even emboldened by the fact that this blog is not a disaster as the last one. I believe I’m the only person who visited it. No wonder it died such a lonely, unsung death.

What does it mean to have people follow one’s blog? Is that a guarantee that people are reading and even thinking about what has been written? The blogosphere is a big place and getting bigger as more and more people are discovering the writer in themselves. Well not necessarily just writing, there are blogs for many purposes. What I want to say is that it gives individuals a forum to speak out, find their inner voices and share them with the world.

I can’t tell you how many times I fought against the idea of starting a blog. My favourite excuse is that I don’t have the time – which is true. However, I’ve found that dedicating twenty minutes a day to compose a thought that may or may not be read and may or may not be enjoyed by people I’ve never met and probably never will, is quite do-able. Of course that means twenty minutes taken from playing Spider Solitaire, but who cares? I’m not really good at the game anyway. I always lose.

So now that it’s after midnight and I have to get up to go to work tomorrow, I’d just like to say to my followers present and future – Merci, Gracias, Danke, Dhanyavaad, Thank you. Best wishes on your blogs as well –and for goodness sake, write a comment……please.



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