I remember a time when hitting 50 views in one day used to make me burst with joy. When getting three or four likes or one or two comments made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Now, I feel numb to the idea of getting so elated over something so miniscule. And I have being Freshly Pressed to thank for it.
Now don’t get me wrong. Being Freshly Pressed was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, aside from being published on Living Green Magazine and twice on United Press International. Actually, come to think of it, I think being Freshly Pressed beat even those accomplishments. Because reporting, while exciting and interesting, is a different medium than blogging. While I always keep my news articles focused on a topic I love, there is still a general guideline for how they’re reported on, how they’re written, how they’re published and so on and so forth. But blogging, blogging can be anything you want it to be. There are no limits (unless it’s actually your job and someone pays you to write on specific topics, but who likes to get paid, anyway?). So to log into WordPress one day and stumble upon the fact that my blog post, MINE, was chosen out of thousands of others to grace the front page of Freshly Pressed made me fall out of my chair. Literally.
But now, months after the excitement has settled down and me and my blog have disappeared back into oblivion, the build up and anticipation caused by three insanely responsive days in a row has led me to feel shell-shocked. Logging into my stats now gives me a lump in my throat and a heavy heart.
So, to ward off the despair, I’ve decided the only solution is to be Freshly Pressed from here forward. Because I’m becoming severely depressed by such mediocre blog stats. I mean really, how does one stand it?
Oo, I just got another view on my blog! ::dances::
Up to 20 views today, WHAT. How you like me now?!
Gotta go, I have better things to do than continue this blog post. Like go obsess over my stats. Why is the page taking so long to refresh?!