Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Slice of Life Challenge #1: Change of Heart
I had decided to give myself permission to not write this year, or at least to not make my writing public. I told myself that I could join the others in my school and write in my journal. Curling up around my writing, keeping my stories to myself seemed the safest way to participate this year. I was going to be OK with saying "no" to this opportunity. I've participated in the Two Writing Teacher's March challenge for the last 5 or 6 years and I've always gotten so much out of it.
But this year seems to be different.
I haven't been writing.
Fostering an eight year old and a twelve year old in this stage of my life is taking a toll. And I haven't written. I ask myself why.
Their stories are personal and not mine to share, and yet, their stories are becoming my stories. Some stories are joyful, while others are so very painful. Are these stories ones to share?
My role as a foster parent is a roller coaster. The uphill climbs drain me, while the downhill rides sustain me. Fostering requires me to dig deep into a reservoir of strategies, feelings, resources that I'm not sure will be there. Does anyone really want to hear these stories?
I Voxered back and forth with my friend Cathy. She'd cheer me on whichever way I decided to go. As I left class tonight and walked back to my car, I knew I was going to do it.
Writing helps me make sense of the world. The community here supports and encourages. I need to write. I've missed writing. I have so much to figure out and make sense of, that it only makes sense to do it through my writing.
So, here I am...ready to share my stories. And even more so, excited to read and connect with others.
Here's to a month of slicing!