I started blogging about 3 months ago. Almost immediately I’ve noticed that the more you post the more likes you receive. Yes, I notice even such unobvious things. I know I’m pretty smart.
So, I’ve began to find myself thinking about my blog more often (and more often about my Stats than about my blog). As a perfectionist I can do nothing but my best to achieve something if I really want it.
And I realized that this success terrifies me. I mean it’s not the success that scares me (to consider 185 followers as a blogging success is the same as to face an existential crisis at the age of 7) but the very opportunity to become a successful blogger. And as a person with a good imagination I tried to imagine myself as being old. Will I have a thought, lying on my deathbed, “I wish I have posted a lot more posts. Son, now all this nice Stats is yours… And my jewelry box is in the… in the… Sorry, I have no one. You know, I was just a blogger. Oh, take that Versatile Award on the shelf”.