I am still trying to recover from the shock of knowing there actually is a Danish young man in Montreal. At this very moment. Okay, as I write this post… Because who knows, maybe you clicked on the bad option and ended on this 2 or 3 years old post by mistake. Maybe when you read this, blogs won’t even need people to use keyboards to type words and share their ideas for all I know.

Maybe when you read this, you’ll just have to think about your comment and it’ll be sent directly to me… This makes me a little nervous, please leave this page now! I am not taking myself seriously; this is merely a place to let my unconditional love for Denmark spill, to give a break to my friends and family. I don’t want mean comments just because someone thought too hard…

I am having a bit of a blogger’s identity crisis today. Maybe because tomorrow will be my 1^st month anniversary as a blogger. Maybe…

I never gave a thought about blogging before. It is weird since I love writing. LOVE writing. There is Denmark, and then writing…. Ok, I really like cats too, and my family and friends are truly a priority in my life… But I still like writing a whole lot. I wrote poetry, slam (I honestly don’t know the English term for it… but slam is a rhythmic style of poetry). I wrote short stories, and I even wrote a novel and started a second one. I didn’t say it was good, but I enjoyed myself through it, and it is some kind of a therapy to let your thoughts loose, and then lay them on paper or on the keyboard.

One day, a friend of mine who wanted me to read a blogger’s post she had particularly enjoyed, told me “hey, you should blog! You write better than her, why don’t you blog??”

I put that thought aside for a while… A few weeks, a few months maybe. And then, out of curiosity, I went shopping for a blogging website who could allow me to (maybe, someday…) try that out for free. I hesitated. I signed in, telling myself I didn’t have to post anything… And then I told myself I didn’t have to post what I had written in public, I could keep all of this private.

First thing I know, my blog is one month old. I feel like I created a monster. I love coming here to share some thoughts. And I love going around and about and reading what my little blogging community has sent out to be read. I love the interaction I have with a few people here, and that is a total surprise.

I have never written to be recognized. I don’t want fame, even cyber-fame. I enjoy when I can make someone smile, giggle or laugh out loud… Eventually, I’d enjoy knowing that I made someone think deep about something he/she wouldn’t have thought about without my intervention… Maybe, if I get strong enough, I might even get to the point I’d enjoy making people react, to change things that need to be changed…

But I came here afraid to be known. I started my first posts, walking on the tip of my toes. And now, a month later, I think blogging made me understand that although I still didn’t want to be known, I wanted to be read.

It truly touches me when I see that I had some visitors overnight. It doesn’t mean people read a whole post, it doesn’t mean they liked what they saw, but it is a start…

How one month can change things…

Oh, btw, I am supposed to meet my future Danish teacher next Sunday!! Wow! Thank you life!