So this is it. My first true blog post. I've been thinking about you for a long time dear blog. I've always thought you have a very strange name that reminds me of the random noises that come out of my little boys: "blaaaaaawggggggg, blllllllllleh, billy boo boo blurg", and other things like that.
Regardless of your off putting name, here I am now, writing. I've always been a writer. Committing my words to paper (or word document) helps me to process my thoughts and my life. Before you blogs existed, I wrote on paper, with lines, in these books called journals. I have about 20 of them in a box in my closet filled with the musings of a pre-teen girl, a full blown teenager, a young woman and eventually an "actual adult woman"? Eventually, my writing transitioned predominately to Microsoft Word documents, because spell check was one of the best inventions ever. Unfortunately, now I have trouble with spelling and punctuation sometimes, which causes me trouble as a teacher of middle school students. "Mrs. Sutton that comma doesn't go there." "You wrote that wrong." Well... she is just the art teacher (they don't really say that).
When I was growing up, there was no social media, no blogs, no Facebook. We just ran over to our neighbor's house, rang the bell and asked if she could come out to play. Playing was how we talked to people. I only shared my journal with my mom, my sister, and maybe a close friend at times. Now, I know people who "follow" 100 blogs at a time. How? I ask myself, do they have time for that?
So during my twenties I kept my private journal. I shared it with a limited few and mostly with God, because a lot of my journal entries are really like prayers. Then I started seeing women I admire write blogs. Maybe I should start a blog, I thought. BAMM! I was hit with weird jealous and competitive thoughts in the depths of my soul. I'd already worked through so many perfectionist tendencies that at that time I knew I just wasn't ready to jump into the blogging stream. It would be about being "cool" and well, I just don't want it to be about that.
Over the past year, there have been huge changes in my life. Seriously, I'm talking life altering revelations and fresh understanding of who God has made me to be. I might write about them sometime. I know that the changes are real, because about a month ago I thought: Maybe I should start a blog... quiet... peace...
My family just made a HUGE transition. Moving from my wonderful Harrisonburg, VA to a new town, a new adventure. It just seems like the write time (haha that was an accident, but I like it) to take the blogging plunge. I've decided to share some of my journaling and journeying with you. I don't really have a huge agenda. I just want my words to encourage and start a conversation about life, mothering, art, teaching, and other questions/comments that stem from this blooaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwg. Sorry, I couldn't help it.
Thanks for reading!
Regardless of your off putting name, here I am now, writing. I've always been a writer. Committing my words to paper (or word document) helps me to process my thoughts and my life. Before you blogs existed, I wrote on paper, with lines, in these books called journals. I have about 20 of them in a box in my closet filled with the musings of a pre-teen girl, a full blown teenager, a young woman and eventually an "actual adult woman"? Eventually, my writing transitioned predominately to Microsoft Word documents, because spell check was one of the best inventions ever. Unfortunately, now I have trouble with spelling and punctuation sometimes, which causes me trouble as a teacher of middle school students. "Mrs. Sutton that comma doesn't go there." "You wrote that wrong." Well... she is just the art teacher (they don't really say that).
When I was growing up, there was no social media, no blogs, no Facebook. We just ran over to our neighbor's house, rang the bell and asked if she could come out to play. Playing was how we talked to people. I only shared my journal with my mom, my sister, and maybe a close friend at times. Now, I know people who "follow" 100 blogs at a time. How? I ask myself, do they have time for that?
So during my twenties I kept my private journal. I shared it with a limited few and mostly with God, because a lot of my journal entries are really like prayers. Then I started seeing women I admire write blogs. Maybe I should start a blog, I thought. BAMM! I was hit with weird jealous and competitive thoughts in the depths of my soul. I'd already worked through so many perfectionist tendencies that at that time I knew I just wasn't ready to jump into the blogging stream. It would be about being "cool" and well, I just don't want it to be about that.
Over the past year, there have been huge changes in my life. Seriously, I'm talking life altering revelations and fresh understanding of who God has made me to be. I might write about them sometime. I know that the changes are real, because about a month ago I thought: Maybe I should start a blog... quiet... peace...
My family just made a HUGE transition. Moving from my wonderful Harrisonburg, VA to a new town, a new adventure. It just seems like the write time (haha that was an accident, but I like it) to take the blogging plunge. I've decided to share some of my journaling and journeying with you. I don't really have a huge agenda. I just want my words to encourage and start a conversation about life, mothering, art, teaching, and other questions/comments that stem from this blooaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwg. Sorry, I couldn't help it.
Thanks for reading!