Sunday was a good day.
The previous Sunday was less good, since I was left off of Sarah Bessey’s list of 50 Lady Bloggers.
On one blogroll, but not another. Retweeted by this blogger, but not that one. Included, excluded. Praised, ignored.
I measure my days, my worth, on whether or not I fit in to this writing world of which I’ve called myself a member.
Do I belong? Do I stack up?
As one who has run along the fringes of the crowd for most of my life, I often walk a line between not caring and caring too much.
I know that these lists and ranks and retweets and likes are not what matter. I know that I’m supposed to write for myself and not worry about the reactions of others. I know that I’m not supposed to allow what other folks think of me influence what I think of myself.
But I find that no matter what I know, these things still matter.
Belonging is something that is deeply ingrained in each of us. The first negative thing that God noticed was “alone.” God was there, but man was still alone until there were other people with him. We need one another.
My mistake lies in giving more weight to some relationships than others. It’s okay to feel a little sting about being left out, and it’s okay to feel pride at being included. But I need to keep them in perspective.
Sunday was good because of a couple of generous writing mentions. But it was very good because I got to make music with my best friend. It was very good because I got to get ice cream with my family (and then my sons and I won the race home!). It was very good because I got to sleep in the same bed as my husband after a lot of travel.
It was very good because I wasn’t alone.
What has made a recent day very good for you?