One.To.One Hundred

How long does it take to get 100 followers of your blog? Six weeks? Six months? Six years?\r\n\r\nSo here’s the irony of blogging.\r\n\r\nWe write, on our own, hoping to building a community of people around our thoughts. Say one of us, one hundred others.\r\n\r\nOne. To. One hundred.\r\n\r\nHow long should that take?\r\n\r\nThe answer is, it’s not relevant, for two reasons.\r\n\r\nFirst, the community that matters first is the physical community around us. Twenty people you see face to face regularly is your community.\r\n\r\nOne. To. Twenty.\r\n\r\nHow long should that take?\r\n\r\nThe second reason is this: it doesn’t matter how many people listen if you have nothing to say.\r\n\r\nSo, better an audience of one than one hundred who don’t bother to read and interact.\r\n\r\nMaybe the community of people around you are the people who really want to know what you think, face to face, with an opportunity to respond?

Back on the bike

 \r\n\r\nNot able to put it off any longer, today was the first day back on the bike.\r\n\r\nThe car had been confiscated for the day so I had to be committed to sorting out the missing wheels on my Kona Jake (2010 version) if I was to meet my targets for the day. After an early start before 5am with the books it was VERY troublesome trying to find the wheels, tyres, tubes, levers, pump, grease (it’s been a long time since I put the bike into hibernation for the winter) and so on.\r\n\r\nStill, after two hours I was out of the door and off. I was VERY cold. I am VERY sore.\r\n\r\nBut what a route to work!!\r\n\r\nA privilege.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n 


I think I love Pinterest, but I’ve noticed a few new pin boards dedicated to what a seductive time waster it is. And it certainly is. Both seductive and time wasting. For no particular reason I find myself typing ‘P’ in my search bar and the Pinterest page automatically opens up and I start scrolling … and scrolling … and scrolling … back to top … refresh … scrolling … scrolling … you get the picture … pun intended. After about 200-300 images have flashed past, I start to realise that I’m looking at hairstyles and nail decoration and skirts and wedding gowns and origami poppies and puppies and I scream out (inside, not out loud) …’WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAN? IF YOU ARE A MAN!!’ So now I’m blogging. I’ve decided that it’s my default addiction alternative. Tempted by Pinterest? Write a blog. That’s the plan.