Humbling Thought

I thought that I had made it, relatively speaking of course. There in search engines across the internet was my name. There was me being me. There was a paper written on me and one of my stories for someone’s college course. There were various blogs and quotes featuring my work. I thought that I had made it. I got cocky. I stopped looking up just my name (ego search- like you don't do it) and started looking up what I wanted the world to see me as; a prolific writer of all genres. I looked up "Whit Honea" and "poet", and instead of receiving a list of my published poems I was greeted with a screen asking me "did you mean 'what honeypot' ? "Yes. Apparently I did.