I had two or three pre-planned ideas for my today’s post but, as someone has recently said to me, ‘life hardly ever goes to plan, and that’s OK’. So I’ve left my ideas as they were and decided to write something completely different.
One of my friends left a comment on my website.
It was a very heart-warming, kind and generous comment. Just the sort of comment I needed in order to reassure myself that what I was doing here made sense. What Angela said was that my posts were ‘easy to identify with’.
There have been other equally kind and generous comments left in response to my various posts and many of them implied that people could relate to what I was writing, but Angela has spelt it out for me. The ‘easy to identify with’ validates my efforts.
In the past, I would never consider pouring out my thoughts on paper. What purpose would that serve? Would anyone read it or care for what I have to say?
It was over the course of the last year or so, that I realised, through talking to various people, that many of us face similar challenges and frustrations, and that – in a strange sort of way – we feel better when we find out that someone else’s lot is not so different from ours.
Through discussing our experiences with others, we stop feeling singled out, our focus shifts onto the other person and we cheer up a bit. The other person most likely feels the same way, so two people end up feeling a bit better about the world they’re in.
This realisation followed me for a while and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it – until I had the crazy idea to write a blog.
If talking to someone can help people feel a bit better, maybe reading about someone else’s experiences could have a similar effect? I imagined it could, but there was one condition – they would have to be experiences that people could relate to, otherwise the whole exercise would be completely pointless and I might as well spend my time ironing (yes, I consider ironing one of the pointless activities in life, it all get’s creased up again anyway, but I digress). Where am I going with this?
Resonance and identification.
If someone is to identify with my writing, it has to resonate with that person in one way or another.
It has to make people think: ‘yes, this happens to me, too’, or ‘this is how I feel’, or ‘I’m glad I’m not the only one who didn’t realise X’… If my posts don’t resonate with at least one person, they become irrelevant. No-one ever identifies with irrelevant. Irrelevance equals nothingness, waste of space.
When someone identifies with what I write about, it makes me feel a great deal happier. It means I have done something useful, if only for a small number of people. Maybe I’ve made someone smile – I don’t know – but hopefully my efforts have not gone to waste.
So thank you, Angela, for these four magic words: ‘easy to identify with’. This is precisely the reason I wanted to write.