A few days ago, I wrote a post called “To Tweet or Not to Tweet (is that the question?),” where the “real” topics included aging, resistance to change, fear of the new, embracing life, dealing with illness, and the d-word (death).
However, Twitter was definitely in there. And several of the much-appreciated comments I got on that post (including a few from fellow blogger Charmin) have kept Twitter On My Mind.
And then, in another peep of synchronicity, Twitter sent me a friendly, freakishly timed e-mail saying, “Hello, Ann! We haven’t seen you in a while!”
Because I did sign up for Twitter a while ago. (My memory is that my son was interested at that time, and we had some kind of mass, household sign-up).
And I have Tweeted twice before, I realized this morning.
The first tweet, quite a while ago, was something related to “Top Chef.” (I confess: I love me some reality shows where the contestants — or in this case, “cheftestants” — are good at and passionate about what they do.) (Note to self: possible future blog post topics: (1) Reality Shows, (2) Passion and Skill, (3) Made-Up Words and What They Do To Our Souls.)
The second tweet was A Celebrity Tweet. I had tweeted my guitar hero, Pat Metheny, thanking him for the music he’s given us. (I expressed that intense gratitude to him in person, too, many years ago, at this building:
which used to be a Tower Records.) ( I re-encountered that building, in April, when I felt ready to walk down Boylston Street, after the Boston Marathon bombings.)
Today, I did a Tweet With A New Attitude. The new attitude was less tentative, less Twitter Toe In The Water. (That idiom — putting your toe in the water to indicate trying something carefully, reminds me of a FABULOUS blog I encountered here recently: Toemail, where people send in wonderful pictures that include a toe somewhere in the scene.)
This time, I jumped in with both feet. I sent a Tweet, Intentionally, to reach people. (The content of the tweet doesn’t matter. Suffice to say: it was goofy. I love me some goofy.)
Whenever I do that: try to reach people — whether it’s through blogging, speaking, tweeting, writing, mailing, calling, at my work, or in my dreams — it can be hopeful, exciting, rewarding, frustrating, and scary, too.
What are my fears about doing this?
I don’t have messages that are important enough, that justify asking for people’s attention . I don’t want to “bother” them, in the midst of all the other things they need to pay attention to.
And, I can experience shame, too, when I act like I AM important enough (to send messages, bother people, etc.).
(And here’s another one, that my friend Joe just reminded me about, in his explanation of not accepting my invitation to join Twitter. If I send a message, will kind and thoughtful people be concerned about my reaction, if they decide to set a limit and not to engage in this way?)
But these are all things I’m working on this year, dear readers.
And I guess I’m making progress, because I’m Bothering People here in the Blog-o-Sphere, every single day! (And who knows how often I’ll be bothering people through Twitter?)
Thanks for reading, for not being bothered, and for spending your valuable, important time with me.