I don’t want to do this out of some trite reason like a New Year’s resolution, but beginning with #JusJoJan, I would like to pledge to start writing more.
Like all writers, I suffer from a low self-esteem concerning my writing. I don’t want people to read what I’ve written and think to themselves how pointless or horrible it was. I’m going to do my best to get over that.
With the current course I’m taking towards my Masters in English and Creative Writing, called The Editor, I am learning not only how to self-edit my work but how to write better. Not too many of my courses covered actually writing. We learned more about the history of other people writing. I want to get INTO the writing.
So what’s stopping me? School, kids, family, and other priorities take my time first. At this point, I need to just tell everyone in my life that I need to buckle down and get going. Even if it’s blog posts to begin with, culminating into a novel, we all have to start somewhere.
So it begins…
I’ve never had a formal blog before and I don’t know how many people will follow this but I’ll make an attempt to keep up with it the best I can.
I’m in a very large transition in my life, moving from my first house post military where I lived to a new one. Before this, all my major moving was done by the hands of the movers hired by the military to get me from here to there and I never really realized how much effort it took to wrap every little thing and pack the boxes because there were severAl people doing it. It was all accomplished in a day: even when I had an entire household of belongings and property to move and pack. It seemed as though this wouldn’t be that bad because here I had three children who were of a decent age who could help in the process. Well, that hasn’t turned out to be such a great help after all. More often than not, it causes stress for me and them and we end up fighting about why they’re not working and they end up fighting amongst each other as sisters usually do, which also works on my nerves. At the end of all this we’re going to enjoy our exceptionally large house and the space it will provide us to stay away from each other because we’ll need to stay out of each other’s hair for awhile.
I know I’m going to enjoy the new house and I’ve been waiting for this move and a house like this my whole life, and at least the last several years. It’ll be good for my sanity and my well being. The neighbors are all so wonderful and everyone in the neighborhood is so friendly and inviting. There are so many children for our girls to play with and the neighborhood is so full of culture. We’re moving to a cul-de-sac and there is an Ethiopian family, an Afghan family, a Russian/Ukrainian family, and a Korean family. It’ll be great for them to live near so many people who are “different” so they can learn about different cultures and to be honest, I am excited for myself too! I think my new Ethiopian neighbors might be our new best friends. Solomon and Raheal are so friendly, we have kids near the same age, and they’re wine drinkers, so we’ll be having them over a lot in the evening to socialize.
Change happens a lot in life but I have to say that this is one I can’t wait for. Mark and I hate coming back to our current house at the end of the weekends that we take trips and belongings to the new house. The girls’ school year is dragging on and ends June 19th. I’ve never had such an urge to pull them out of school before now but if it weren’t for these stupid standardized tests that they have to take, I’d have just said screw it. Savannah has one on the 18th. Ugh. Enough is enough. I think because the last day is a half day, we’ll just say no, and start moving earlier.