Dear Son, to me, blogging’s hidden blessing is its love for the writer.
When i write, i’m talking to someone specific.
Namely, me.
You and mom are the ripple-effect, potential beneficiaries.
Yet for many people who blog, they are solely trying to make a living, so they’re talking only to potential customers. No harm, no foul.
But for an ordinary person like me, i’m talking to myself, Mom, and you.
Love.
All around.
Blogging’s blessing of love is mostly a solitary effort. Yet it can be freely shared. That is a writer’s distant hope. That love falls on loving ears.
The modest insight may bloom. It may not. If or when other loved ones read the writer’s thoughts, observations, insights, and musings, magic may happen.
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