Thanks to reading advice from my favorite “big-girl bloggers,” the wise ones who have way more blogging experience than I do, I knew it was coming.
First contact. A reader. And me.
Yes. I met in person someone I knew who’d read my blog. Dun, dun, duuunnnn (scary organ music).
Of all places, I was at the pharmacy counter picking up perhaps two of the most potentially embarrassing prescriptions known to womankind. A former student now works there as a pharmacy tech. She’s a charming young woman, was an excellent student, and is a talented writer. (If you’re reading this, hello dear one!)
A slightly terrifying fact is that she changed her major to English, partly at my encouragement. Although pleased when a student chooses English, I also panic, thinking that if they face a lifetime of starvation and deprivation due to the liberal arts degree, the guilt will be on my shoulders.
When I saw Alice (not her name) was going to wait on me, my mind started spinning. I wanted to ask how her studies at a major university were going, and was trying to remember other points of conversation. Slightly embarrassed at picking up major drugs, I knew I could unreservedly trust Alice with the personal nature of my “lady scrips.”
Sweet Alice rescued me from the somewhat awkward moment, asked me how I was, and said with a smile, “I read your blog!”
That was when I thought I’d faint.
Whoa, boy. The look on my face must have been priceless.
Alice said “I hope that was okay?”
“Oh, of course, that’s great!” I said, leaning on the counter nonchalantly to keep from falling down.
“I really liked it! It was the one about you dressing up?”
My brain was blanker than blank. I couldn’t think, in this month of NaBloPoMo, what post she may have meant. I mumbled something about writing posts every day for a month, the posts being a blur.
“Oh, you must be doing NaBloPoMo!” brainy Alice said. She knew about NaBloPoMo! I love that girl!
We chatted a moment more; she rang up my purchases. We wished each other well and I went on my way.
High-pitched voice inside my head: Someone I know in person read my blog! A former student read my blog! What does it MEAN?
Sweet Alice, thank you. Of all the people who could have been the first one to tell me they’ve read my blog, it was supportive, generous you.
I’m overwhelmed, scared, proud, humbled, and happy. Where blogging is leading me, I have no clue. But I’m one step further along the journey.
Has it happened to you? Tell the story, please. If it hasn’t happened yet, how do you imagine, or fear, it will go when it does happen? And the big-girl-bloggers were right—it will happen.
