a note for you


I don’t know who you are.

You could be an old friend from high school who stumbled across my blog through facebook. You could be a random blog surfer who found this page by accident. You could be one of my best friends from Florida. You could also be…Zach Galifinakis or Susan Orlean! (very, very unlikely, I know)

I don’t know, really. But I do know you’re there.

And whoever you are, I thank you.

Popular blogs, whether they be food or wedding or fitness blogs, probably average in the thousands or hundred of thousands of daily readers. The “blogger” behind it becomes more like a friend to the reader. Readers keep coming back to the same blog day after day, maybe even several times a day to “check in” and see what the blogger has been up to since their 6 a.m. yoga and oatmeal breakfast (to use healthy living bloggers as an example.)

A connection was forged somewhere along the way between the blogger and the reader.

With all of that said, I want this blog to have a twofold purpose. I want to connect. We require bonds and connection with other humans in order to feel loved and that we’re not all in this crazy thing called “life” alone.

That’s truth.

I want to connect by sharing my stories – the parts and pieces of my life that are sometimes silly and whimsical and other times, serious and shameless. For me, this fulfills and gratifies me both creatively and emotionally.

I don’t need 10,000 readers to accomplish my purpose. The thought of someone possibly stumbling across my blog while waiting for the subway on their commute to work or while standing in line at the grocery store is incredible to me. And that they might take the time to read what I have to write humbles me.

I always hope that maybe I connected with that one person. It doesn’t matter to me if they forget about my blog and never return or make fun of me and my big nose and my irrational love of fro yo. If I can connect, I’ve succeeded. That is why I am a writer. That is why I’ll always be a writer. Maybe not famous or notable but at least, loyal to the craft of connection. Something that can’t be measured by numbers.

 

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    I hail from a small town in sunny Central Florida. I moved to Southern California in 2009 & make my living as a social worker & freelance writer. I'm also a vegetarian and a runner who loves Radiohead, the ocean, red wine, sweet potatoes, Zach Galifinakis, Lindt peanut butter chocolate balls, doodling, and talkin' to Jesus. And I try to never underestimate the power of paying attention. E-mail me at berube.jamie@gmail.com
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