I had forgotten what this is all about

Last night, after a rough 24 hours, I was almost ready to doze off when several messages popped up. I didn't know this person, and he had no way to know I was online right then reading them. Normally unsolicited messages are rude and ignored. These made a horrible day good again.

"Hello ma'am! I just wanted to thank you, I've been reading your blog for several months after a friend recommended it to me.

You really inspired me to explore my own nature, my own inner sexual kinks and life in ways I had never had a chance to before.

I'm currently exploring my own submissive followings and desires for the first time ever, and have found a wonderful Mistress.

I just wanted to let you know, since I've read you've had a bad day, that you've made my days a bit brighter."

This memoir is for me. A scrapbook and journal combined for those memories I wish to remember and the lessons I need to remember. So why share it?

It's not about popularity. It's not about followers, page hits, contests, or starred tweets. I was forgetting that.

This is about me being myself, exploring myself and my kink. It's about being real. Being approachable, open and understanding. People talk back. I answer questions, always learning myself as I do. I meet people, connecting, and helping each other even if it is just sharing a smile.

It's not about numbers. It's about people. And the memories... such wonderful memories...