I generally don't follow other blogs, or Twitter accounts or whatever just because they happen to follow me... and I don't expect it in return.
Usually I start because they've written or posted something that touched me or they've been recommended by someone I respect.
Some I follow as a trial. Just to see if that little hint continues. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Every now and then I clean out the list. It's not a bad thing.
My advice?
Be authentic and don't worry about numbers. It's much better to have fewer followers that feel a connection with you than a long list of people who don't.
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Responsible
For as long as I can remember, I have been called responsible.
I used to hate it every time report cards would come out... "she is very responsible."
It was on every report card.
Just once, I wanted a teacher to write that I was creative or intelligent or entertaining.
But no, I was always responsible. Which to me, meant dependable, predictable and boring.
Maybe it had something to do with being the oldest child.
Maybe because I was (and still am) quite shy and uncomfortable in large groups so I didn't act out.
I'm sure I was a teacher's dream student. I made good grades and didn't require much attention. I was quiet and well behaved. I'm sure they meant responsible to be a compliment, but I hated it.
Over the years I have come to terms with the label.
Being considered responsible is a good thing.
It is a part of who I am, but it is not all of who I am.
I used to hate it every time report cards would come out... "she is very responsible."
It was on every report card.
Just once, I wanted a teacher to write that I was creative or intelligent or entertaining.
But no, I was always responsible. Which to me, meant dependable, predictable and boring.
Maybe it had something to do with being the oldest child.
Maybe because I was (and still am) quite shy and uncomfortable in large groups so I didn't act out.
I'm sure I was a teacher's dream student. I made good grades and didn't require much attention. I was quiet and well behaved. I'm sure they meant responsible to be a compliment, but I hated it.
Over the years I have come to terms with the label.
Being considered responsible is a good thing.
It is a part of who I am, but it is not all of who I am.
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