I’m surrounded by people who love to blog. Ok. I’m surrounded by people who blog effortlessly. I have trouble relating to the skill of effortless blogging. However, I do love to journal. Yup, paper and pen, every, every night since I was twelve. Yup, turning twelve, now that was a big year – new school, three inches, two cup sizes, the Dragonlance book series. I had loads I needed to share. So, I wrote. And I still write. I write and write and write. But writing here… writing here, for instant publication is horrifying.
I am a mom, and I am daughter. I am a senior ELA, Arts Ed, History and Outdoor Ed educator. I am a ten-year old kid, held back a grade, and I am a University grad with great distinction. I am an adult learning with a learning disability, and oh, I am most often too terrified to push “publish” without a peer edit. Truth? I rarely push publish without an edit of my work.
Today is time for push.
I love writing. I love sharing.
A month ago, I was on my way to a PD event. After eight hours in a mini-van with three passionate educator-strangers and too much coffee, reflection was a certainty. I mused how effortlessly my daughter blogs, “Mom, fifteen more minutes, I just have to post.” I mused how I wished I could model that same kind of effortless on-line connecting for my students and mourned how absent I’d become from the on-line world.
I’ve been tweeting about where I was when I began my blogging journey, sure transparency could not happen in the digital world.
Why push now?
Well, I love writing. I love sharing. But most importantly, I love learning. Time to move into that tricky transparency and…