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Nr. 50

Fifty days into blogging every day! To be honest I never expected this to last beyond the first week. What’s even more amazing is that a few people are still reading my posts! The last month I’ve had readers from Germany, Portugal, Japan, The U.K., United States, Norway, Australia, Croatia, Ireland and Austria! Although bear in mind that I don’t have lots of views so even if the reader base is spread out it’s very few actual readers. But! I’m still really proud that I managed to come to 50 days. (Let’s not speak about the quality of those posts though...)

Thank you if you are reading this. Even if only one person read this besides me I would be humbled. It was never a goal for me to gain an audience. I never really promoted my blog in a big way as I saw it purely for my own need to put words to my thoughts, and also to get into the habit of writing every day. However, making the blog public meant I also got an invisible pressure to produce content. It’s a small healthy pressure though. So I’m still relaxed about it. 

I hope I can be able to continue doing this as I feel it has given me a few psychological and therapeutic benefits. Maybe one day I can look back at these posts and actually read them. Knowing myself I will cringe hard, but I’m ok with that. But I won’t read them until I feel completely out of the woods. 


Have a beautiful Sunday ❤️

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