Do you ever have parts of you that you just don’t like? Elements of your make up that seem to nag at you like a hangnail?
What you’re about to read is my confession. My self confession, a conversation with my own heart, this is one nagging facet of my life:
“Look at me!” That’s the feeling I get some times. I’m all too aware that a blog like mine is screaming this phrase. Every week, I get the Google Analytics on this page and get the tracked information of how many people have visited, what pages you looked at while you were here, and how long you poked around my site… don’t worry, it doesn’t tell me who you are.
The sad part about this is the tension I feel about my desire to get more eyes, more comments and more interaction… why?
Broken. That’s the only word that comes to me to describe the icky feeling I get when I examine my heart, my motives… I’m somehow broken. Like I really need to get fixed, but the duck tape doesn’t stick.
There are times when I catch myself, when I care more about what I get to say than to whom I get listen. I’m broken.
Whoever’s reading… I hope that you are reading, but even if you’re not. Know this… I’m broken and I want to be fixed.
No more quest for numbers. Come one, come all… even if you are just one. Let’s talk, let’s grow, let’s start an interaction. I’m ready to listen.
The truth is, this is not just about my blog, it’s a conversation I have all the time. My personality is larger than life and I’m always wrestling with my ego and pride on this issue. Eventually, I know I’ll grow past this phase in my development and find other areas to concern myself with. But right now, it’s an ever present haunting of my humanity.
































