I seem to be obsessed with the web traffic numbers lately. I’m humbled that so many people touch the site. Thank you very much. I love your comments too. Keep them coming. But I can’t seem to stop peeking at the analytics. I feel silly when I do it. But I’m mesmerized. What’s wrong with me? On one hand, I’m thrilled and amazed I hit 21,000 views on YouTube this week! Or that more than 5,000 people in just a few short months have decided to following my weekly blog filled with ’narcissitic droll’ [as it was described in a throw-away London train paper.] And they are all over the world! Fifteen subscribers this week from Australia! Wow!
On the other hand, these numbers are nothing compared to the millions of people that watched me me screw up potatoes on national tv during the summer. Potato-gate, thank you Matt Dawson. Or the gazillion-odd readers of the last two amazing magazine features on the house. Those numbers seem to be outside of my reality. But the YouTube stats/Google Analytics have me mesmerized.
It’s funny because this site is just my little hobby. I have a brain that’s used for skills beyond the 1950′s housewife. I just happen to love baking, cooking, crafts, and my family is my life. So why not share my joy? I’m proud of what we do and love to show other people how easy it can be to embrace Jewish traditions, how lovely it is to make childhood magical, to create a home to be proud of on a budget.
So why do I peek every day to see how many people visited? How long they stayed on the site?
I guess I’m just in awe that so many people that I can tangibly see the results for, are enjoying , or at the least reading [for 10.3 minutes on average, thank you!!] the site. So to all of you I say, many thanks. You make my day every time I log into the analytics screen.
I’m amazed and humbled by the power of the internet.