I had a blog once.
I used to write all the time.
It was a long time ago when I was just finding my faith, and I wanted to talk about it.
Then a voice entered in my head that said, "Who are you? You aren't an authority on these things. You really shouldn't be writing this."
I listened, and I stopped.
Just like that, I let that voice dictate my decision to pull away from something that ignited me and inspired me.
Writing in that blog was one of the first things I did in my day. I would wake up early, before my little ones even woke up, and I would write.
A few years ago I found one of those blogs. My posts actually sounded good. I didn't even recognize my own voice. I couldn't believe I had actually written that. And I knew I wrote it because it was before any AI-assisted software was developed. 😉
When I started homeschooling my kids, I was able to teach them how to write. I had written many papers (and blog posts), and I received good grades. I ended up with a 4.0 in my masters program, so I knew what I was doing.
When I picked up the training from the Institute for Excellence in Writing® and decided to start teaching, I told my mom.
And she said, "Oh yeah. You always did like to write."
I still remember her saying that to me. She probably won't remember, but she was right. I loved to sit down and type out my thoughts. Part of what I liked about it was reaching out and sharing what I learned with whoever wanted to read it.
So here I am. I'm back at it. I decided I would blog right here on my site and I would start with 001, so I can leave room for the opportunity to add blog posts that reach into the hundreds.
I'm 49 years old. I have four kids. One is married, and I have two grandbabies on the way this fall. I love losing myself in my family. It's one of my greatest joys in life. But I'm also ready to be me and find the me that is still inside, the one who likes to write.