March has arrived and with it the Slice of Life Story Challenge. This will be my third time out. Thirty-one days of blog writing. A daunting task that this year fills with me with a bit of trepidation. It has been months since I set pen to paper or sat in front of my keyboard to write anything other than a grocery list, email, or lesson plan. My days have seemed too busy, rushing from one thing to another, barely enough time to breathe let alone time to let my brain process events and feelings and find the words to adequately express them. And in that rush, in that lack of processing and word-finding, my days have slipped into a running of sameness. Looking back over the days I struggle to find anything to point to that makes each one stand out. I have reverted to survival mode.
I have forgotten to live the life of a writer.
So, yes, it is with trepidation that I begin this challenge. Will I be able to find subjects to write about each and every day? Can I still find the words to bring those subjects to life? Can I still find meaning in even the smallest of incidents? Will I find the courage to write about what I feel reveals too much of me?
Yet in that fear lies excitement. Because even though clouded with doubt, I still retain a glimmer of belief that those subjects are there. That I will find moments in my days worth writing about and the words worthy to celebrate them. That through my writing I will once again be able to make sense of the craziness that takes over at times, holding me captive, unable to escape. That my voice will appear once again loud and strong and clear, if not to others then at least to me. That I will find time to sit and think and ponder and write. And breathe.
March has arrived and so has the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Welcome! I look forward to beginning. . .again.