The blog writing experience has been very positive for me. I started this past March with the writing challenge posed by TwoWritingTeachers blog challenge called Slice of Life. It was a good fit for me since it is filled with teachers and most of the blog pieces are about teaching, students, and education. The educational community is one to which I have chosen to belong.
In the last twenty-four hours, it has become evident that my writing is enabling me to use my voice to connect with people. A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece that called for action from parents who were questioning any of the assessment policies our school district was using. I asked for help, as I spoke out, and it seemed others were not. Now, I know that there is at least one other parent who today is speaking out. Thank you.
Previously, I also wrote about the end to a long time club that I led for our local elementary school. I do not plan to write much more about what brought about the end of that activity. Suffice it to say, the word has gotten out and I am hearing many different reactions. I know life is busy. I know teachers have an extraordinary amount of tasks and responsibilities to complete on a daily basis. This, I also shared when I met with the principal last week. I am definitely not a teacher basher! I want to be one, for goodness sake! However, I do not think that part of the message was received. I was seen as a complainer, a complainer about how others’ actions affected me without regard to the other things going on at the school.
You see, one of my problems, let us call it an intensity, is that I notice everything! I truly wish I didn’t, but I do. It’s been a tough year. My mother in law died this spring. My sister was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. Those things, along with the rest of life, were on my plate, similar to things that were on the plate of those who made me feel my efforts with garden club had become disregarded. Intentional or not, I felt the staff did not value what I was doing. And, yes, something important is now lost. Yes, it was about me. It was about me because it was my time, my loyalty, my effort, and my dedication that was not valued.
Writing to connect was one of my objectives for starting a blog. I seem to have a voice, things to say, stands to take, and experiences to share. One of the risks of writing is that you will not be able to connect to an audience. This has happened to me as well. I wish I knew my parents were reading this blog everyday. I wish I would receive a comment from them. I was hoping the blog would serve to fill in a divide that has somehow occurred after years of living in a different state. It did for a short time. But, that time is gone. It’s been month since I struck a connection with my parents due to something I wrote. I was hoping my writing would let them get to know the woman I have become, the experiences I have had, and my plans for the future.
Writing is powerful. It has the ability to draw people closer or push them away. Writing has the ability to connect human feelings, thoughts, and ideas with those around us and those who read our words. It also has the ability to make one misunderstood, need clarification, or anger those who disagree with what has been put on the page.
Writing is connecting, for better or worse. It seems I have written long enough to have experienced both.