Before I start... I attended the SteemGigs show today - and I had such a nice honor given to me. When Hive account@surpassinggoogle was deciding on who would be the "fan" for this week and which tag we would use.. it was...

#dreemsteem 💖

And the line that we were to use in our posts this week... "Even headless you is bigger things than content" hehehehe I laughed so hard when my boy Terry said that. Why? Well. Because I was headless in my ulog video last week, since I like to remain anonymous. 😏

And what does that phrase mean? LOTS of people are searching and searching for the RIGHT CONTENT to post. Even if it means that they have to plagiarize - they want to earn money on their post in a competitive market. But Hive account@surpassinggoogle is saying that YOU ... YOU are what is important. Are you anonymous like me? Well, even "headless you" is more valuable than finding the RIGHT, PERFECT content. Stop looking... It's YOU.

I spend a LOT of time on Steemit/Discord. I admit it. I do. But I view it as my passion. I took time away from Steemit last year because my "real job" was requiring so much of my spirit. My everything. They took and took and took - and gave back nothing but a paycheck.

Don't get me wrong - it was a very nice paycheck. But at what expense? I was loving Steemit. So much that I would wake up early - spend hours on Steemit, writing, commenting, reading, connecting - and then go to work for 10-15 hours. Burning the candle at both ends? What candle? It had been melted down to nothing long ago.

As far as my job was concerned, there was a time when it fulfilled me. But then the company got greedy. They saw what I did for them, and wanted me to have that kind of touch with everyone. They got more and more and more clients - and made me their mouthpiece for them all. I worked harder, longer, fuller - for them. I foolishly opened the vein and held it to their mouths. They licked their fangs and drank more.

Take, take, take. and I gave, gave, gave. Until there was nothing left of me except a shell. The well had run dry and parched earth left behind was fracturing in broken pieces, so thirsty for just the small promise of moisture.

Hive account@creatr had continued to beg me to return to Steemit - but I couldn't. I didn't have any joy to write. There was nothing left to give. When my mind and body healed, I finally remember that moment when I knew I could come back and write again. When my spirit had come back to live. When people could actually connect to something more than an empty shell.

Is Steemit really that important? Hmmm. maybe not Steemit. but what Steemit brings.

Connection.

For me - connection is one of the greatest gifts we're given.

Personally? I think that Ulogs as the epitome of the good of Steemit. It's connection at its finest, and I think it's only going to become more important as time passes. We appreciate what you're doing Hive account@surpassinggoogle.

You put yourself out there to be our boy Terry

So I put myself out there to be your girl Dreemie