Is there any body out there?

Last night my mom was telling me about an article she read about bloggers and how people are actually making this their profession. People are actually leaving their 9-5 jobs to become full time blogger - sounds like a dream.
I'm addicted to blogs and have a whole bookmark tab full of my favourites. People I have never ever met but I know what colour their bedrooms are and I've watched some of their children take their first steps. I know their favourite foods and where in the world they call home. I know the things that make them smile and their deepest saddest secrets and I cry with them most of the time...most of the time while I'm at work which means I have to try extra hard not to look like I've zoned out of this World completely to one that is just me and a computer screen.

I will never have a whole lot of groupie readers waiting for my next post and caring what I put on my toast and I'll never have TV interviews and more tweets then I  have time to read. It's funny how we can make our own little Worlds so personally impersonal.

I may never make peace with the fact that even after rereading a piece a million times there are lines that will never make sense to anyone but me or words that the Oxford dictionary will never be able to figure out. It's just not my strong point.(Did I mention I have a journalism diploma?scrap that one)
So while we may not all be food critics or wine critics or the best parents in the world it's all ok because at the end of the day all we really want is a little place in the World to say what we really care about and have someone on the other side agree.