Yes

This picture describes how I feel right now.  It is spring.  We are all fine.  Life is good.  For those who know me well, this is a true revelation, a revolution, in fact.  Everything is ok.  I am truly blessed.

A Quiet Day

Most of my days are a seeming whirlwind of activity and demands for a supply that I just don't have.  There seems to be little time to stop and take it all in, process it, and reflect.  I seem to be busy all the time.

And yet, I am well aware that this "seeming" business is a state of mind.  A mindset of overwhelm and routine, survival and tail-chasing.  For someone like me, that mindset is maddening, whereas I think some people thrive on it.  For me, the "stop and reflect" part is crucial.  I am a merry-go-round girl, not a fan of roller-coasters.  I want to sit on my painted pony and have time to look at the view as I go around.  I leave the adrenaline rushes and thrills to others.  

I also know that culturally, we are programmed, these days, to be "busy".  Busy is better, so it seems.  Faster is better.  Efficiency is better.

And yet...

I'm not so sure.

That's where this blog comes in.  I have long considered doing a blog and attempted it several times, but my perfectionism kicked in and I didn't see my collective scribblings as having a point, a theme, or an angle, which I thought a blog needed.  

I have had the pleasure of working with a gifted author and teacher, MSW, for the past two years who recently shared with me this insight on maintaining her blog and professional website.   It's a work in progress.  You can go back and edit it or change it anytime.  There are no deadlines.  It doesn't have to be perfect.  What a great invitation to blogging that insight was.  Especially coming from a writer.

I also realized that my classroom website had morphed from an agenda and homework reminder to a type of blog of our class.  When I look back at it, it is like Anne Lamott famously wrote, "You take it bird by bird."  Each day, I added something more.  Each day, it took on a more distinct voice.  And then, all of a sudden, I realized that this site told the story of our year.  One day at a time.

Also inspired by Glennon, I write what I have always known to be true.  Life is both messy and beautiful.  Ugly and sublime.  Painful and gorgeous.  And therein is the story.  The masterpiece we call life.  I have more confidence to anchor all of that beauty and mess in love, and put it in writing.

And so I begin.