I started this blog in August of 2010 as part of an assignment for a graduate class. Then the teacher changed the assignment, and as you can see by the lonely, lonely 2010 post, I never came back to it. I did not truly accept my own challenge: the challenge to not only reflect and to write, but to do it regularly. I would like to say that I have been writing away (just not on this blog), but that would be a big, fat lie. I have not, for several years now, set aside time to write. And by write, I mean to truly write for the sake of writing. Not to provide feedback to a student or to fulfill an assignment, but just to write.
Recently, however, there have been a few changes in my life. Over the last year and a half I have bought a new house, lost 170 pounds, and recently accepted a new job. I feel like a whole new me, and I am here today to give myself a reward: The Right to Write.
That is the title of the online book study I start on Monday, and I am excited to begin something I see as more than professional development. I hope that the book and the experience will help rejuvenate the writer inside me, the writer who I have buried under paperwork and baseball games and grad classes and home cooked meals. None of those things are going away (although I hope the grad classes will eventually end), but I am committing here and now to squeeze one more priority into my sometimes chaotic life: I'm going to write...regularly...here...for all to see (and by all I mean the one, maybe two, people who will possibly read this). I'm not promising quality. In fact, I can almost promise its absence, but I am making a pinkie swear with myself. Dang it, I'm going to write!
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