I've been reading a lot lately.
It's a side effect of not writing. I keep thinking that I'll ebb back to my novel, but it's not looking so good. (This week, at least.)
I've been looking at a lot of things regarding blogging. What is blogging, where it's headed (really nowhere, to be honest), and how it's changed ...
Which, of course, begs the question: What is this space?
I think of it often as my journal. It just happens to be public and a lot of people that I know read here, instead of handwritten notes in a book in my dresser. But what else is it?
(Insert shoulder shrug here.)
You'll notice that there are no glaring sponsorships on the side bar, no ads covering content, and no bright and shiny and obnoxious pop up begging you to sign up for my newsletter. And I like that. Because in a world where EVERYONE AND THEIR DOG has a blog, and a Twitter account (or two, three, four, or five of them), an Instagram, a Pinterest account, a Periscope account, and ....Snaaaapchat ... Sometimes there just needs to be a place that's shhhh. Right?
Still though, I think maybe ... a change is in the works.
I was talking with BFF Suzy last weekend and she's full of all of these creative ideas and full of all of this energy ... and dang ... she inspires me. And it's state testing week - and if there is anything that will make you question why-in-the-ever-loving-hell-you-ever-decided-to-become-a-teacher-in-the-first-place ... it's state testing week (dare I ask if I could possibly ever see myself doing something different?). And ... I don't really identify or know or love "Team Thumann" anymore. And my tax guy was like, "You have a website to .... journal? Does it do anything else?"
I started to to think about what that meant. Does it *do* anything? Help anyone? Maybe. On a good day. Or maybe it's just a start to what it *could* be.
A curated buffet of intelligent insight from a *team* of women.
An index of topics to search ... an anthology.
A coming together.
A cooperative effort from women ... for women. Women that are experts in their given fields.
... Yesterday, I listened to a Ted Talk about how women are taught to be perfect instead of brave and I thought isn't that just the dang truth? Sometimes, we get so caught up in the process - the black and white, point A to point B - that we forget to dream ... BIG, sweeping dreams. Like scare you out of your mind dreams.
And I think for several years now, that's where I've rested ... in the space between point A and point B ... with no real big, scare my pants off dream.
And when I say rested - that's exactly what I mean. I've had time to catch my breath. I took a second and looked around, didn't edit chapters, didn't scribble furiously on a yellow lined notepad, and didn't lay awake at night worrying about plot lines. I just took deep breaths.
And now ... just like that ... I'm ready to be brave again.
Sooooon, lovies. Soon. I'm just starting to bring it together in my head.
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences. And if you need an awesome virtual assistant, who is full of personality and really good jokes? Email me. I'm your girl.
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