When I started blogging, I thought I was the one doing all the talking. I assumed I was sharing my thoughts into the void and hoping someone on the other side might relate.
What I didn’t expect was how much I would end up learning in return.
Over ten years, my readers have quietly shaped how I write, what I notice, and even how I see myself. Not through big moments, but through small, consistent reminders that real people are on the other side of the screen.
They Taught Me That Connection Matters More Than Perfection
Some of my most meaningful feedback came from posts I almost didn’t publish. The ones I thought were too simple, too personal, or not polished enough.
Those were often the ones that resonated the most. Readers responded to honesty far more than flawless writing. They didn’t want perfect content. They wanted something real.
That changed how I approach everything I write.
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They Taught Me That Everyone Is Carrying Something
Reading comments and messages over the years made one thing very clear. Everyone has a story. Everyone has struggles you would never see from the outside.
People shared things with me about grief, burnout, loneliness, and starting over. Sometimes my post wasn’t even the main point. It just opened the door for someone to feel heard.
That taught me to write with more empathy and fewer assumptions.
They Taught Me That My Voice Has Value
Early on, I questioned whether what I had to say really mattered. I assumed there were more qualified, more experienced, or more interesting people out there.
But readers kept showing up. They kept responding. They kept relating.
Over time, that built a quiet confidence. Not ego, just trust. Trust that my perspective doesn’t need permission to exist.
They Taught Me That Small Impact Is Still Impact
Not every post goes viral. Most never will.
But I’ve learned that one person feeling understood is enough to make something worthwhile. One message saying “I needed this today” carries more weight than any traffic spike ever could.
That shifted how I measure success.
They Taught Me That I’m Not Writing Alone
For a long time, blogging felt like a solo activity. Just me, a screen, and my thoughts.
Now, it feels more like a conversation that’s been unfolding for ten years. Even when I don’t hear back immediately, I know the words are landing somewhere real.
That makes the work feel less lonely and more purposeful.
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What I Know Now
My readers didn’t just consume my content. They shaped it.
They taught me to be more honest, more patient, and more aware of how words can affect people in ways I never intended or expected.
If Gigi’s Ramblings still exists after ten years, it’s not because of algorithms, platforms, or strategy.
It’s because real people kept showing up.
And that’s the part I’m most grateful for.
Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.