Words, meaning, sharing, audience, VOICE
There was a time where I thought of myself as a writer, often a notebook under my arm looking for inspiration to write about life, love, adventures.
This part of me slowly slipped away as life became more complex, grappling with difficult emotions, conundrums, and the weight of what seems as unsurmountable responsibilities often left notebooks filled with blank pages; fancy, colorful pens unused.
Today, I received a last minute invitation to participate in the Slice of Life Challenge for the month of March. My first reaction is to put the idea away, save it for next year, I mean, when would I find the time, the ideas, the desire to write….
Writing for an audience leaves me with an uneasy feeling since I do not know how others are going to think of my writing, my thoughts, my ruminations, and my life. Yet here I am with only a few hours to decide to take the plunge and write or skip this, forget about the idea of SOL and decide that I am not ready to feel vulnerable with my endless ruminations in the blogosphere.
I have never seen myself as a writer… in fact my search for voice has often been halted, I have decided to leave many things unsaid. When I am required to write…I freeze, I doubt, I hesitate, I procrastinate, and leave whatever it is unfinished.
Not this time.
I have decided to write.
I have decided to expose the messy, sometimes overwhelming, beautiful, imperfect wonderful life of a mom, teacher, and seeker of new educational adventures. This is the commitment to myself…to find the time, to be inspired, to take notice, to be grateful, to share with others the art of writing.