There was a time when I felt I had too much. I disconnected myself from the world until I learned that it’s okay to NOT sleep beside your mobile phone or jump upon each text message beep. I regulated my connections focusing on family and self. Then, gradually, I opened up to the world again. I stayed connected but this time I am more mindful of the connections I make.
Wading through the blogging waters is a most fulfilling connection for me. When I read blogs, I find myself lost in the thoughts of others. I think. I feel. When I read comments, I feel good that somehow, my thoughts are heard. When I find online friendships, I find comfort and inspiration. And when some blogs I follow do not appear in my reader for quite some time, I wonder…
These thoughts run through my mind.
Where could he be?
She must be busy.
Maybe she’s off to another great adventure! I can’t wait to read about it.
Is she okay?
I hope he is okay.
You mean, if he doesn’t go back to his blog, it means I lost him forever?
(I’m not on Facebook so this is possible, I guess.)
And then after some time, some lost bloggers get back through a post. Some explain their absence. Some just continue from where they left off. Some put out a great, beautiful adventure post which explains what he was up to. Some share a rough spot that has hindered their blogging. But when that single comeback post reaches my reader, I am relieved. I am comforted. I am happy to be back reading the precious blogs I follow.
But then, there are some who haven’t come back yet. And I continue to wonder and ponder at the amazing connection I have made through blogging. There are a still a handful of bloggers I am waiting for. As I wait in the wing, I hope and pray that they’re really just okay.