Since it worked so well for me last year, I decided to make March my write-a-blog-post-a-day month. I decided this on February 28, and I was all raring to go, so I changed things up a bit: Between the end of February and the end of March, I was going to write thirty-one posts … it didn’t have to be one a day. I know, what a rebel! Although it sounds silly to normal people, that slight change was completely liberating to this rule-loving fool.
I wrote one post on the 28th and then four (!) on March 1st! I was a blog writing maniac! There was no stopping me … until the river seemed to run dry for days. After being so far ahead, suddenly I was behind. I was ready to simply be grateful for the posts I’d already written and call it a day, when a truly blog-worthy event happened. That funny-to-me encounter opened the flood gates and revealed something important about myself: I’m a story teller.
When I was faced with seemingly great ideas and tried to approach them straight on, they sucked. Looking back, I was taking that evil “expert” voice that is all about telling with no showing.
Pulling out a fresh page in my notebook, I started a new list (!): Remember when…
My cheeks ached from smiling so much as the memories tumbled in. I was a frightened two-year-old and an embarrassed grad student, pets from the past stopped by, as did much missed relatives and friends and some surprising adventures I’d completely forgotten about. That simple change in mindset from writer to teller of stories sparked an endless flow of ideas. These tiny nuggets begged to be written. My challenge became a joy and my love of writing returned. I became my over-achieving self and wrote a total of 34 posts!
When has serendipity (or the cops!) stopped by and changed your perspective for the better? or Am I alone in finding the expert tone triggers the inner rebellious teenager – “you aren’t the boss of me!”?