Yessssss!!!!! This!!

Yessssss!!!!! This!! 💯

Alright, I think I like tumblr now.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.

You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.

❤️ 💜 I just want to say that I love this platform. It's much different and more supportive than the others out there and I appreciate the support from everyone. 💜❤️

If your life was a book, what would this chapter of your life be called? What would the first few lines of that chapter be? What about the last few lines? The ending? Here is what mine would contain:

Unanswered Prayers

First lines- Ever since she was a little girl, all she ever wanted was unconditional love. The kind of love that would move mountains and have no end.

Last lines- Finally, she came to realize, that SELF love was what she was in search of all along. Everyone that ever broke her heart, was actually guiding her right back to herself this whole time. Those heart aches and painful lessons she endured and the darkness that hung over her like a cloud for what seemed like her whole life...they, too, were magical gifts. Because in order for her to truly appreciate the light, she had to experience the darkness. She gives more of that love to herself now. Because she is hers, before anybody else's. She now knows unconditional love, the kind of love that moves mountains and has absolutely no end.

Saturday thoughts

'It takes courage to love. It also takes an unwavering commitment to truth to be able to show up for each inch of that process.

When I am honest about what I've yearned for all along, it is easier to seek it, source it, and give it.

My ability to receive love is matched by my ability to excavate the fears I have when it comes to Intimacy. I know that, as much as I want connection and partnership, I was taught to Hide. Each time I sweep my feelings under the rug, I resist being known.

I can't, and WON'T, wait around for someone to find me loveable, likeable, or worthy of commitment. If I've learned anything, it's that treating myself the way I want to be treated, is the surest, and only, way to attract the same from others.

I let others know that they have a home in my heart, but only their absolute desire to be there will unlock its door.

If my relationships/friendships can't be a portal to transformation, they won't last long. I promise to commit to partnerships that keep me honest.

There is nothing I need to add to myself in order to be worthy of receiving kindness. I refuse NO parts of myself. Every inch of me is worthy of love, compassion, kindness, and understanding.

Healing chooses me when it's good and ready. I can't force it to happen. And I love myself enough to know that nobody is coming to save me. My healing journey is mine, and mine to navigate.

Lastly, I am grateful for all the people in my life that take the effort to really see me. To really know me. Because to me, to be loved is to be known' .Chani