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THE MOODY MAVEN
Is This My Hill To Die On?
Why does a small success feel like such a crushing defeat?
Some time ago my numbers took a precipitous fall. And this was in spite of regular increases in followers. It was both baffling and depressing. Over just a few days, my stats did a steady march into the basement and remained there.
I was not deterred!
I realize that here and elsewhere we live and die by numbers. There are good numbers and bad, steady numbers and hectic ones. I can deal with any kinds of numbers as long as they are honest ones.
But then something strange happened.
On December 5th my stats jumped 444% from one day to the next. Incredible, I know, and though still not back to the precipice from which I fell so very unceremoniously a few months ago, I was happy. I didn’t know what to attribute it to, but I took it as a good sign.
The very next day my stats jumped again. December 6th my numbers had risen by 2300%. I know! I did a spit-take too!
So yes, that’s two thousand three hundred percent. Even though this increase did not return me to my previous normal, it was super nice to see. My hopes and expectations soared.