That came around fast. Yesterday marked three years since I posted my very first thought on here. It was a confession of why I blog, and my reasons haven’t changed much.
I’m still just as shocked now when I get a view or follower as I was on that very first day when I had just one follow.
I’m also just as apprehensive when clicking that publish button, sending my words out there for any individual in the world to read. I’m possibly more nervous because I have regulars now, people that come back for more, who I don’t want to disappoint.
It makes me feel weird when I’m with someone at the time they read my words, like it’s a private thing but it’s not because the whole world can be there. I’ve had my words read in China, Malta, Cyprus and Australia, to name a few. Places I’ll never get to visit. My blog has been.
I’ve realised you can’t write everything and not everything needs to be said. Sometimes it’s the things you didn’t expect to be interesting that are.
The best part of blogging is the community. There are millions of us out there but not that many stick with it.
Its not the amount of readers that matters. The right reader is what’s important. Definitely a case of quality over quantity.
When friends say ‘that will be in the blog’, ‘there’ll be a blog about this’ it feels weird, like I’m now known as the blogger. To them more than me.
They take photos for me. Sometimes even when I’m not there! Like they are my blogging gang. I like that.
I want my focus on access to be even more.
I want ramps everywhere and step free access. I want lifts that work and that I can actually fit into. I don’t want a storage cupboard for a toilet. I don’t want to go in the back door or the side entrance. I don’t want to ask permission before I enter a building. I want to go somewhere without thinking. I want to sit at a gig equally with all of my friends and family. Not at the back either, at the front. I don’t want to be an afterthought, an inconvenience, somebody that has to constantly complain. I want to be spontaneous. I want to arrive unnoticed. I don’t want a fuss. I want an accessible hotel room that isn’t tiny because the wet room is huge. I want to go on a plane. I want to catch the bus without hoping that I’m the only one with wheels. I don’t want to sit at the front in the cinema. I don’t want people to ask if I have a license for that thing. I want to be asked what I want. I don’t want to inspire.
Maybe after the next three years I won’t need to want these things. Maybe they’ll just be.
August is SMA awareness over in The States. At the end of this month I aim to write a post answering some of your questions. I’m fairly aware of SMA, but there are things I don’t even think of anymore, and probably don’t explain very well.
Please comment below, on social media or drop me a message with your questions, about me, SMA, or anything really!
And thanks for sticking around.