10.13.2010

words like girls get bored and run...

The internet is a curious thing. I actually think it’s a great invention, so much good comes from it, but sometimes it’s hard to know if the people you come in contact with are genuine or not. Sincerity is sometimes lost between emails and comments. At any rate, I received a curious message in my facebook inbox this morning. Upon reading it I became overwhelmed with gratitude and humility. After reading it a second time, I find myself wondering if it is some kind of joke or fake message going out to everyone or something. I’ve decided to share it here because well, if it is real, it’s pretty incredible. And if it isn’t real, then… it still kind of made me feel like I’ve done something good in the world. So, I think it’s kind of win-win. The message reads as follows:

Hi Gabrielle,
I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your blog! I can relate to so many things you have mentioned. At some point or another, I felt exactly the same way you have. And in reply to the post in which you have mentioned that you want to be a professional writer, I truly believe you should be one because you ARE an awesome writer!
Reading your posts have brought a lot of positive change in my life so Thank you so much and keep writing.


So I’ve left the name off of the letter, for privacy reasons. You know, in case this person IS real and really does read my blog. I don’t mean to insult him/her in any way. I’m incredibly flattered and kind of dumbfounded that a person like this exists in the world, and I’m grateful that they would take the time to write to me. These words have inspired me to keep writing and to keep sharing. I keep hidden so much of what I write out of fear, and this pushes me to maybe not be so afraid when I have something to say.

I’m still baffled a little bit. I didn’t really think that anyone reads what I write, and I certainly didn’t think that it made an impression on anyone. It makes me wonder how many anonymous readers are out there. I'm curious how readers find me, and even more curious why they keep coming back.

I don't have any answers, obviously. Just a bunch of questions. Thank you, though. If you’re reading this. Wherever you are, whoever you are. Thank you.