So, something happened the other day (like it does frequently around here) and I have mixed emotions about it.
I broke a record on my blog. It is very exciting news! I had a day where I had more views than ever before – and it was awesome! It means I’m reaching and touching others with my life and stories. I mean, that’s the whole reason we blog, right? It’s cathartic and we feel we have something to share with the world. What better validation than breaking the record of most views in one day?
I am not obsessed with my stats, for the most part, as I really do enjoy writing and I love the comments and conversations that get started. I will tell you, though, that on this particular day, I quickly became obsessed with my stats. As soon as I saw that number rising, I was checking it frequently.
Not for the reasons you may think.
The old record for most views in one day was held by the post I did in memory of my baby brother who had just passed away. That post was by far the most gut wrenching blog I have ever written – I bawled almost all the way through writing it – and the fact that it held the record for the most views in one day was a comfort to me.
On this particular day, I began checking my stats page like a fanatic watching the number rise. I was alternating between being so excited that I was getting so many views and “oh wow, it’s going to break the record” to being upset and saying “oh no, it’s going to break the record!”.
The it happened, the record was broken, and I put my phone down. There was no longer any need to check the page.
Just like in life, things change and we have to move forward. This was a very realistic example of how my life has to move forward and how nothing stays the same. It was very tangible to me on that day as I watched my stats change every time I picked up my phone that life was not meant to stand still.
For those new to my blog, you can read my memorial of my brother, Lee, here: Then He Kissed the Back of my Hand.