homeYesterday's post received over 150 comments, which is just incredible. Also incredible is the countless emails, tweets, Instagram comments, texts, gchat messages, etc, etc I got from people who just genuinely care. Wow. I'm honestly in awe.
I mean, I see the numbers, the stats, the pageviews. Each and every day I see them, more times than I should ever admit to anyone. But to actually see that those numbers are so much more than numbers, those numbers are people who genuinely care, well, it's just amazing. I am so beyond lucky.
THANK YOU to each and every single one of you. I'm just... I'm overwhelmed with the support I have in this blogging community. I never could have predicted any of this but I'm so grateful.
For those wondering, Ella is here at work with me today. She's still not really thrilled with the idea of walking but I'm happy she's right next to me so I can keep an eye on her throughout the day. Makes my heart hurt a little less.
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Anyways, it's funny, I hide this blog from approximately 96% (real accurate stat right there) of my "real life". Aside from my parents, no one in my family knows about this space - not even my brother and sister - and I'm not even sure my parents actually read, they just know I write here every once in a while.
This is probably for the best as I'm not sure they'd still take credit for me if they did read this blog regularly.
Aside from about 4-5 of my close friends, none of my friends know about this space.
I don't think...
When the Washington Post quoted me, I posted a blurb on my personal Facebook and I almost had a heart attack. Not because I was excited (which I really, really, was.) but because I was hoping most people who saw it would be completely clueless as to what "I Wore Yoga Pants to Work" was. I still like to think most of the people who saw it scrolled right passed it.
Why do I hide it?
I guess I hide it because I like being unfiltered.
I like not knowing who's reading this and I like being naive about it when I write.
If I pretend no one is reading, I get to just be me.
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I enjoy thinking no one reads my blog.
It's not because I'm ashamed of anything I write here, or that anyone would be surprised by what they read here, I'm the same person on this blog as I am in real life.
Well, minus the total computer nerd part, I don't think many of my friends really know how deep that part of me goes.
I'm totally fine with that little secret, for the record.
I think of it like Instagram.
On Instagram there's that number of followers up there where I can see the names and faces of people I've known for 10+ years, who can clearly see everything I'm posting with one touch of their fingers.
This makes me a hell of a lot more cautious about what I post there.
When I go for the occasional selfie, I instantly feel a little bit shameful. Why? Because I'm just plain ridiculous like that. Either way, ridiculous or not, I never want to feel like that about anything I put here on my blog.
And now I'm just on a blab blab blab rampage and can't stop.
Someone get the cane and drag this girl off stage.
I guess what I'm saying is that I don't hold on to this alter ego, if you will, because I'm ashamed or embarrassed. Because, really, I'm not. I'm proud to be a blogger, I'm proud to be apart of such a huge community of amazing and brilliant people.
What I enjoy more than being a blogger, though, is being able to have somewhere to let my freak flag fly, as mai Ty would put it, without feeling like I need to filter myself in any way.
This yoga pants blog place is where I get to just be me.
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