December 23rd, 2020
People complain about social media all the time, and I often wonder what those same people bring to it.
A few days ago, someone let me know they talked to their mom because they read a post I made.
A few weeks ago, a person I know celebrated a year of sobriety, and they had reached out to me back when they were still struggling, because they knew what I had been through and asked if I thought they could do it, too. (Spoiler alert: I absolutely thought they could.)
This week alone, I’ve talked to four people in various writing stages about how they, too, could publish a book.
These kind of interactions don’t come by mistake. They happen because I try to be intentional and honest and I sincerely try to love the people who end up reading what I write.
The next time you find yourself lamenting the wasteland that is the internet, take a moment in your despair to ask yourself: what am I bringing to all this?
Because maybe you’re expecting more than you give.