My friend Lindsay at Lindsay Living recently posted about Clinique and Allure’s new #StartBetter campaign. As I read her post right in the midst of creating this blog, I couldn’t help but feel a teeny inkling of OhEmGee this is fate!
Okay, in all seriousness (and putting my inner 15 year old girl aside), Lindsay’s wise words urging her readers to “open yourself up to something new and pursue it without fear” resonated with me. Lately, I have realized that my own ideas about things I’d like to do someday aren’t happening on their own…and someday only
becomes yesterday gets closer (and closer). All cliches aside, I’ve found myself wondering more and more: why not now?
The past year has marked a major period of both change and reflection for me. I married my best friend in August, traveled to Napa for a surprise honeymoon adventure, and returned just in the knick of time to prepare to begin my fifth year of teaching. Since then, I’ve embarked on a home-based business venture with Premier Designs, launched a book club with some dear friends, and even enrolled in Zumba classes! So…yeah. I’d say I’ve at least mastered the #Start part of the #StartBetter campaign, right? All this change has been challenging, but invigorating. I’m not sure if this is some weird quarter-life crisis or what, but regardless of the reason, I’m grateful for this period of newness!
Of course, with so much starting comes a degree of chaos.
It’s inevitable. Starting anything necessitates overcoming a period of absolute inexpertise (no, that’s not a real word, in case you were wondering…and yes, I’m an English teacher, and I make up words, in case you were wondering that too!), and that’s a feeling that’s simply not the most comforting for this little perfectionist. This starting stuff is bright and shiny and new and cool, but I know myself well enough to know that I innately crave order, predictability, and a schedule with instructions, gosh dang it! However, it’s becoming increasingly apparent to me that life doesn’t seem to come with an instruction manual (and if it does, please let me know, because I obviously misplaced the paperwork). What’s a girl to do?
That’s where the cursive part of this whole deal comes in.
Do you remember the painstaking process of learning cursive in third grade? Tracing all the perfect swoops, loops, curls and curves, then carefully mimicking the perfect workbook font in the blank spaces next to those ever-comforting dotted lines? I loved (and still love) cursive: the beauty, simplicity, and total “flow” I experienced as I filled those fragile workbook pages with the lead of my No. 2 pencil, erasing my little missteps with extra care so as not to tear the paper bearing my handiwork. Although I often have a tendency to look back on my childhood with rose-colored glasses, as I recall, third grade was not an easy time. Playground drama was king. Friendship circles waxed and waned. I didn’t yet know that, in spite of the hours I would spend playing it (often in the snow), soccer just wasn’t my “thing.” In the midst of all the turmoil that simply is growing up, that workbook was a sanctuary.
That feeling? That’s what I hope for this blog.
I hope I experience that feeling while writing, and I hope I can help you escape to that place while reading.
Are you ready?
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