writing changes lives

I inspired someone to write a blog. And it has changed her life. See: This Blog Has Changed My Life.

My aspirations in life as a writer and teacher and blogger and poet and future published author just got a shot of adrenaline. Like all of her success adds to my success, making anything she does part of my joy. Seeing all the readers she is beginning to have trickle in and their comments make my day. I just love it.

Most likely, the reason I love it so much is partly due to the fact that Juli and I are related, but another part is that this blog—my blog—has changed my life too. Her sheer delight reminds me of myself nearly six years ago this month when I had my handful of family and friends who would faithfully read my ranting and raving, cheering me on as I found my style and bona fide readership.

There is no telling where this blog will take me. I want it to take me to my goals that I've been striving toward for so long I can nearly touch them. But I just don't know.

What I do know is that I'm thankful that I could inspire someone to write—that somehow what I'm doing looks inspiring. It doesn't feel inspiring some days, but so long as it does the job, I'm not complaining.