Hitting a Century: A thank you note

I realized I did not exactly do anything huge for me hitting 100+ subscribers on the blog, nor did I thank anyone. I just left the announcement as a footnote. Which is kind of underrated. And undeserving.

I’ve never imagined myself getting to a hundred followers, like hundred actual people outside, in that wide world, reading what I write. It’s surreal.

But this thank you note is not for those followers. This thank you note is for the support I got from readers, interactions I’ve had, revelations I’ve made and things I’ve improved since I began this blog.

To all my readers, thank you. You are the reason I’ve felt motivated enough to write. Afterall, if what you do isn’t appreciated, would you want to do it anymore?

To all the visitors, thank you. Thank you for finding and supporting my tiny corner on the internet. Thank you for adding onto my view counter everyday, it’s kinda cool to watch my hits grow everyday.

To this blog, thank you. Thank you for teaching me that hard work does pay off. Thank you for teaching me how to over think and get some really good things out. Thank you so much for being my experiment lab, whether it’s a success or some sloppy writings.

Blogging has taught me so many things. The first being management. Running a blog is like managing a mini business. I need to manage many things while running a blog and not only the creative writing part. I need to make sure my blog is getting updated properly (like changing my header or fonts once in a while), making sure that my blog attracts more people, it’s not easy. But over time, I’ve grown to love this hassle.

The second is how I’ve brought even more talents out. I began photography, because I was too proud to use stock photos on my blog and credit them (though I still do it). And the need to photograph things made me passionate about it. And I’ve learnt graphic designing (my “blog diaries” entries!) and photo editing!

The third is about accepting compliments. I was never good at any compliments, but I’ve said so many “Thank you much”s and so many “I’m glad you liked it”s while replying to the comments I get on the blog. But! I mean it when I say thank you. And also, I’ve learnt how to *trash* spam comments. Some comments get so creepy, especially when they’re in a language I cannot understand. (I got some in Russian and Spanish, y’know?). Thankfully, akismet detects the spam for me *phew*.

The fourth is probably the best one. I’ve found some friends while blogging as well. Bloggers who read my posts and I read theirs, it’s a beautiful supportive gesture. I’ve gotten into touch with a couple of them via mail, for blog collaborations, or sometimes write to them as pen pals too! And I think the sweetest part is that nobody gets personal, nobody asks any personal details or creepy things as such. I cannot just stop admiring the courtesy of these friends.

Special mentions to Maith, Lili, Sam, Aashi, Sep, Evin, Nabeeha, Maya; a few such friends I’ve met while blogging. I’m grateful to all my real life friends for being my first readers as well as my lovely family! My mother was the first person who signed up to my mailing list, and one of my real life bestie, Aarya, was my first wordpress follower.

Thank you, dear blog for all of these!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.: Please stay tuned, there is a mind-blowing collab coming up soon!

A journey through words: Reading, writing and blogging.

I’ve got a few friends who’ve praised my IQ and called me smart. First off, I don’t know how to accept compliments, I deny that I’m smart. I just have good grasping skills, or I think, at least. But why did they even say that?

I told them I read my first book in Kindergarten. It was a copy of Aesop’s fables, that my mother had bought for me when I was four. I even recall someone asking, “Did you even know how to read?”. I said, “why not?”. I got interested in that book because of the pictorial illustrations at first. But pictures only half explained what my kindergartener brain was looking for. Words alone satisfied my craze.

The book seems a bit archaic- after 10 whole years.

And I haven’t stopped reading ever since.

My mother instilled this habit of reading in me. And then there is my father. My father is a coach who does not play. He doesn’t partake interest in reading, though I’ve relentlessly tried to get him to read any of those novels I got interested in. But he keeps reminding me to devote time to read, come what may. How ironic, isn’t it?

I was maybe 10, when I wrote my first piece of writing (At this point, I feel I’m writing an autobiography). It was a short story I’d written from a prompt given in English class. Never was I so satisfied with something I myself created.

I thought I should work on writing more. But, I hit a demotivating slump where I was “afraid” to write. So I gave up. I read even more for the next 2 years.

A glimpse of a few of my writings now

My vocabulary had increased, due to repetitive and vigorous reading. Books were somehow so telepathic, I felt so lost in that realm of endless adventures. I felt more confident in expressing myself. I began writing a diary. Over time, my words had become better than where they were before. But since I was more into reading back then, I kept on reading.

The real turning point was when the pandemic began. I suddenly felt so lonely. I had nowhere to go. From a very sociable person, I had gone to a confused state where I could not find oblivion. I needed to let all of these feelings that had accumulated all this while. I needed to write.

I wrote a blog post for the first time.

It was a post about being mentally happy and fit, something I myself needed. I wrote about mental health and self-love on my first blog. It concluded after publishing 10 posts on it. I fell into thought.

There wasn’t much more I could write about mental health. I was out of ideas, and I wasn’t fueled by passion anymore.

That’s it, if I don’t want to do it, I wouldn’t do it. I bid goodbye to the blog. Over a few months, I worked on a brand new blog, which is this one, where I would never run out of things anymore. Where creativity had no boundaries.

I swore to myself that I would try to improve with every piece of writing. Out of all the posts I’ve written for this blog, all of them aren’t my best. Some were good and some weren’t. But I’m who I am, with all my faults. Just like Kim Nam-Joon said. My faults and failures make me.

My past gives me lessons to learn from, my present gives me energy to move on and my future gives me something to look forward to. Words just tie them all up.

Words have been the most beautiful gifts given to this world. I’m grateful, that words have owned me. I don’t own them. I just act as a medium for words to flow, and the emotions just weave themselves.

Why I share this to you all is because, just as how I was so deeply impacted by words and became someone new, it can change you too. My best advice, read and express.

Who am I to give advice, you say? I’m a fourteen year old girl with aspirations of being someone different. Words help me absorb and reimagine every single moment I’ve ever had. My life till now gives me lot to learn. And my life feels like a life. I’ve got just enough experience to say this.


So here was a story I was excited to share since a real long time. I was so restless ever since I finished this draft and I couldn’t wait for the weekend to come and present this to everyone. Also because this is the 35th post I make on the blog and my first one after hitting a 100 follows on the blog.

Thank you!

But what exactly is wrong? Why all of a sudden such posts, essays and writings and what’s with all of the non humor? I just thought that the posts on this blog aren’t exactly what I would call “quality content”. So I’ve decided to put some more effort, throw in a few *fancy words*, and write more thoughtful posts. I understand that many readers won’t be too jumpy about this and there would be low stats for sure, but at the end of the day, it’s about quality.

What has been your journey with words? Let’s chat in the comments!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.- My September month report is ready! Take a look at it!