Five years ago today, I wrote my first slice of life.
I remember starting my blog and hitting publish for the first time. It was exciting, yet terrifying. I, typically a very private person, was sending my words out into the blogosphere for other people to read. What in the world was I thinking!
I wrote my first introductory post in April and didn't find the confidence to write another until June, which was when I tried to participate in Kate Messner's Teachers Write. That lasted one day! I began to doubt myself and again, wondered what in the world was I thinking!
Then in July I branched out and wrote my first slice, and my life as a writer was forever changed. I have met some incredible people through this writing community - in my virtual life and in real life. Because of them, I began to see that my words did matter, even on those days when I was the only reader.
My writing and my blog have provided me with so many opportunities. It is through my blog where I realized that to be called a writer, one only has to write.
And I have.
And to think it all started with a silly slice about milk jugs!
Time has a way of slipping by, and the older I get, the faster it goes. And NO I did not believe that when my grandparents would say those words when I was a child.
I have this quirky way of watching time go by...especially as it relates to school--reading the date on the milk jug.
We go through about three jugs of milk a week at our house and paying attention to the dates is just something that I do. Those dates have a way of marching through time. At the end of the school year, I can't wait until I finally see May, then June with the anticipation of summer break.
Last week I grabbed two jugs of milk and I couldn't believe my eyes...JULY8th! I gasped, my heart started racing and I broke out into a cold sweat (well maybe I just gasped!) It couldn't be! I blinked to make sure I was reading it correctly. Yes, it did say July. I knew then that it was all down hill from there. Summer was flying by and not even a jug of milk could stop it.
This week as I timidly approached the refrigerated section and opened the door, I opened one eye and then the other. Oh no...July 18th! I slammed the door shut and said, "No thanks, I think I'll try the OTHER store!"
I have this quirky way of watching time go by...especially as it relates to school--reading the date on the milk jug.
We go through about three jugs of milk a week at our house and paying attention to the dates is just something that I do. Those dates have a way of marching through time. At the end of the school year, I can't wait until I finally see May, then June with the anticipation of summer break.
Last week I grabbed two jugs of milk and I couldn't believe my eyes...JULY8th! I gasped, my heart started racing and I broke out into a cold sweat (well maybe I just gasped!) It couldn't be! I blinked to make sure I was reading it correctly. Yes, it did say July. I knew then that it was all down hill from there. Summer was flying by and not even a jug of milk could stop it.
This week as I timidly approached the refrigerated section and opened the door, I opened one eye and then the other. Oh no...July 18th! I slammed the door shut and said, "No thanks, I think I'll try the OTHER store!"
