When I was in 4th grade my mom bought a dream journal for me. It was a shiny fabric cover, purple with a rainbow across the cover. She said she thought it would be nice for me to be able to look back on my dreams, and remember them. I knew it was because I told her every detail of my very vivid and long dreams. That’s when I started writing. For most of my life I kept a journal, wrote poetry, wrote letters and cards (actual things to put in the mail), and when in school wrote academic papers. Now, the extent of my writing is work emails.
I created this blog two years ago, intending to write more, but didn’t. I would think about it, stress, worry that I wasn’t writing the right things, was boring, and am a shitty writer. But I’m over that now.
I have great stories, and I want to tell them. I will be writing mostly about education, I’m a high school counselor, and my family. I’m blogging publicly because eventually I would like feed back on my writing, and this is a venue for me to read other writing, and make connections.