Supporting Each Other

My sister once said to me that she could count on non-family members to read her blog more than she could count on her family to read it. After she told me that I still didn't read her blog. Really what difference would it make if I read her blog or not, she had hundreds of other people to support her. That's a pretty typical stance that I have taken in life. So and so won't notice if I don't show up for important events in their life, because they have other people to be there for them. I don't think that I am alone in this thinking, I believe that many of us fall victim to the belief that we don't really matter so we don't have to show up for life or other people. There is always someone else that can step in and take our place, and no one will ever notice that we were missing. Now that I have started writing this blog I am beginning to understand that every person matters, each reader is valuable. I now make a point to read my sister's blog every day, which is worth reading anyway.

A few hours ago I posted asking to get feedback for my bio that I need to have written within the next twenty-four hours to submit to an online women's magazine. I suppose that at this point it should come as little to no surprise that the feedback that I received was from friends that I have met through the blog, but have never physically met. The people that have actually had some person to person contact me with remain silent. A couple of times on FB I have asked my friends to stop by the blog and click a simple button to become my follower. None of my friends have responded to this request, which I have to say always kind of baffles me. If you don't read the blog then why follow. If you have read it and you think it's crap, then why follow. If you are morally opposed to what I'm doing, then why follow. But if you are my friend, and you read it every day and get some enjoyment out of it, and I have expressed that it helps the blog to increase followers, then I have to wonder what's going on here. I am starting to learn how important it is to support each other even with something as simple as pushing a button to show our support. Also, I am frightened to think of just how many times I don't show up for people even when it is something effortless on my part. I cringe to think how often I do this. I am a horrible supporter. I am trying to change that, but I am still incredibly blind to just how apathetic I really am when it comes to other people, and believe me I am the stingiest about giving of myself. But I hope to change that if even only to give an unattractive child or animal my thumbs up on Face Book. Pamela, I am not talking about your dog.