I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that people write in to me, because I feel so grateful that that trust exists between me and another person. But the other day, someone wrote in and began their email along the lines of “This isn’t usually what you write about” and asked for no judgement.
Now I know no one knows me. The world is a terrifying place but not as much as the Internet. I understand the trepidation that might go through one’s head when staring at the blank screen before writing in to me. How there might be more than one draft before you get to what you want to say without, in your mind, sounding silly.
But if you’re writing in, or if you’re on the fence for writing in, I am not going to judge you. And I don’t care much for judgement. Any email written to me is a private world to write whatever is on your chest that you want to share with me. I am not in the business of being snarky or mean, even if it does stray out of what I write. And if it does, so what? I am not going to berate you. Or turn you away. I want to listen, no matter the cause.
Heck, if anyone’s lonely, I am happy to chime in and chat for whatever reason. Don’t worry about time, because I am pretty sure I can make time.
So there is no right or wrong way to message me, to talk to me. If that is your plan, if you’re sweet enough to write in in the first place – remember that there is no right or wrong way to talk to me.
And that my door is always open