I know people who don’t understand blogging. Some of them, happen to be my favourite people in the world. Sure, they get the idea of sharing your thoughts, but many of my dearest and closest friends struggle to understand what a blogging community is and why it’s something I adore. I mention blogging or 20sb in casual conversations and I can see them trying to fully grasp the importance of this world to me but I know the connection hasn’t been made.
To be fair, I’ve never been really good at explaining why I do adore the community and the bloggers that I know. I tend to say things like “I like having a place to share my thoughts” or “I like getting free swag from desperate companies trying to get free publicity” or “I like having a place to routinely post pictures of shirtless celebrities“. I hadn’t figured out how to bridge the gap- how to introduce the internet in a way that makes my non-blogging friends and family clearly understand what it is about the online community that gives my heart a boner.
Sunday night I sent two dozen of my favourite bloggers an email, with an attached plea to share. I knew that it was a busy time of year and that such a post may interfere with their schedule but every single person on that list either posted my plea, emailed me support or twittered about it to spread the word. And more than a half of those I emailed? Did all three. They wrote emails talking about what they knew, sent me funny poems, words of encouragement, links to resources that they thought might help. They shared their stories, made me laugh, made me cry and promised to share my words.
And they did.
The last 72 hours have shown me that so many of you, so, so, so many of you believe the internet is more than what my grandmother thinks it is. (She’s convinced it will be solely responsible for the demise of mankind and assumes I’m going to Hell for wickedly having an email address). So many of you have shown me that grace and compassion and empathy are not just words we teach children or recite when talking about people who have passed away. They are words that you live- each of you, each day. I’ve received over 200 emails at this point- from blogger friends and strangers, with words of encouragement and promises of prayer, recommendations, referrals, offers to visit, bake me snacks, listen to me any time I want to call. It’s been overwhelming in the best possible way.
I thought I would be able to link to each blog that posted my plea- as a thank you for taking the time to not only read what I had said, but to scrap original plans and share my words. But friends? It hasn’t stopped. Each blog I stumble upon with my words, leads to me finding commenters who are posting as well. It’s like falling down the rabbit hole and realizing that your wish is coming true, that no matter where you turn, what blog you read, there’s someone there who has read what I hoped and passed it along. At this point, trying to list each blog would be like trying to count the stars in the sky and I am so, so thankful.
The world- my world is still uncertain in some ways, but there is one thing that the last three days have taught me. That when you ask for help, express a need, cry for help- there will be someone who answers. Who stands up for what you are saying, who shares your voice when yours is tired, who lifts you with words and jokes and personal experiences. There will always be someone who reaches out when you feel like you are falling. There will always be one person. Unless you are a blogger. And then? Well, and then I’ve learned the amount of people willing to catch you is limitless.
Non-blogger friends? Meet the internet.