It's true. I have read many blogs and all of them at some point have said something about quitting. Not writing. Deleting the history. There is a pressure to write. Not just to write, but to write something worth reading. To not waste the reader's time as you have many other important life happenings to spend that time on. To provide an escape for the reader. Or to assure you that your life isn't that bad, or that it is, but so is mine.
I started this blog about a year ago because I write. It's what I do. It's who I am. Most people think that I'm a preschool teacher, and that is true, but I am more than that. I teach preschool Monday through Friday and sometimes on Sundays. I plan lessons. I read preschool magazines (the lesson planning kind, not the geared for preschool kind...although sometimes...). I have a song for just about any life experience you can think of. But there was a time when I was not a teacher, and there will be a time in the future when I will not be a teacher anymore.
But I have always written. From my very first scribblings in my pre-writing developmental stage, to learning proper letter formations, to those happily ever after celebrity fairy tales I've told you about, to research papers, to a blog--writing is what I have always done. It is what I do when I am stressed. It is what I do when I am ecstatic. It is what I do when I have tears pouring down my face. It is what I do right when I'm on the brink of sleep and a poem pops into my head that pushes all those promising dreams out of my mind until I get the words on paper. I am a writer. There has never been a time when I haven't written, and there will never be a time when I am not a writer anymore.
So here's to blogging--whether regularly or not (which is most often the case). And to writing--the outlet that allows me to pour everything inside of me onto a page, into words, for all to read.
