Weirdly, it looks like I am logged into the WordPress app and typing a blog post. I haven’t been here in a while. Not sure how that happened, but here we are.
It’s November first and I recently heard someone say that if you want to write then you need to write, which is a fact that I know to be true and yet when do I write? I write daily, of course: I write emails and comments on student assignments and I write tweets and Instagram captions and text messages, but I feel like writing something more than that, so here we are.
There are always so many hurdles, though. Tonight’s hurdle was that I was already comfortable in my bed when I realized I had intended to write something today and my laptop is far away in another room and its battery is likely to be dead. But I have a phone and it was in my hand at the time, and, well, here we are.
I have no idea what I’ll write about this month — since getting married and having kids and having a life that’s not entirely my own anymore, it’s difficult deciding what I can write in a public (though not widely read) space. I can’t write about my job or about anything too personal pertaining to my family — and those two things, work and family, take up most of my time, energy, and headspace. What’s left? So the challenge is to try to figure out what to write about and how to do it in a way that feels worth it (honest, satisfying, vulnerable?) yet is fair and appropriate as well. I plan to just keep showing up this month and see what happens here.