I am a hero.
Not really. But someone likes my blog a lot—enough to write a post about it titled “My Favourite Blog.” [Only her “favourite” was spelled “favorite.”]
This is a very big day for me. Emily said so many nice things about me; I’ve been grinning all weekend about it. It’s a brief post, and would only take a few minutes to swing by to read—I highly recommend it. Her blog is called “Merkley Jiating,” and I keep asking her what a Merkley Jiating is (Merkley is her last name, but Jiating? So confused.), but she never answers. That shouldn’t keep you from checking it out, though. Then you can come back here and tell me how wonderful I am. I think my head could stand to get a little bigger…
For the exact head-swelling post, click here.
But if you don’t want to do that, here’s an excerpt I particularly enjoyed reading about a million times:
“Some people have found the perfect balance between personal stories, humor, and sarcasm. Camille is one of these people.”
…The perfect balance between personal stories, humor, and sarcasm. How lovely. And so reassuring to hear, because I am saddled with self-doubt nearly every day I post something new on my blog. “Did I say too much? Did I post too many pictures of myself looking like Quasimodo? Is everybody going to take this the wrong way? Am I making myself clear? Is this boring? Will people get offended? Will people be captivated? Should I quit?”
At any rate, it’s nice to be loved. Which reminds me…
“It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice.” At least, that’s what the motivational poster tacked above the chalkboard in my 9th grade (Grade 9, Canadians) biology class told me.
I’m neither important nor nice, but Emily seems to love me anyway.
Have a happy weekend. I know I will.