I created a new blog.
About the lessons in life I learn through Ballet class.

I already have a bajillion blogs, so I was hesitant to create yet another one.
But this was something very important to me that I wanted to express.
It'll probably become my second most frequent blog to post on after this one.

I saw that it had 4 views.
How?
No one I know knows of it yet.
That I know of, at least...
So, I kinda skimmed around the new features of the website
I still haven't gotten to play around on it yet, most of my posts have been on my phone and, frankly, I don't know if they make it to the blog or not.
I found some statistic thing that tells you how many views you have, broken down into different time periods, and now even broken down into region most reached.
3 views were from Russia and one was from Germany.

Really?
People in Russia and Germany are reading my blog?
I'm just a plain-Jane girl from a tiny town in Texas that has too many thoughts for my brain so I decide to paste them all over the internet via this blog in hopes that my friends won't get to sick of hearing them so much.
hah. That made me laugh... Super long run on sentence...
anyway.

It was pretty cool, to think that little ol' me has a connection to someone's life on the other side of the world.
People I have never met.
Who knows what walk of life they lead?

So, even though it's just 4 people, that they could be perverted men drooling over the library keyboard for all I know, I still feel a sense of influence.
Like, maybe the things I say do have a purpose or a reason.
That maybe these words matter.
Sure, not all of them will.
I mean, come on, I ramble.
A lot.
But maybe, just maybe, something will stick.
Maybe these words will one day mean something to someone
Make them feel a little more normal.
Maybe they are from a big city on the other side of the world, feeling alone in the crowd. A "small town celebrity" of sorts where everyone knows their name but no one knows their heart.
'Cause, in a sense, that's me.
Except that I have a few that are willing to see my heart.  Which is invaluable in my book.

anyway.
I'm watching dance moms.
I want fried chicken.
These are my confessions

:)