I can’t believe it’s been a year since I decided to get out of my comfort zone and try this slice of life challenge. A year ago when I was introduced to it by my literacy coach (who we greatly miss at school) I doubted my abilities to be able to do it for two different reasons. One, I have never considered myself to be a “good” writer, not because of lack of ideas, but rather because of a lack of craft. Yet this same reason to doubt was the one that pushed me to join. I hoped to get to read and be inspired by other people’s posts and journeys. Two, I was going through what has been so far the most difficult and saddest moment in my life. I wasn’t sure I wanted to put out there all of my real thoughts and feelings, for they were mostly of sadness, anger, uncertainty, and pain. I was constantly sad and confused and I wanted to be more positive in my writing. I also wasn’t sure if I would have the time and energy to write. Yet, I tried to see it as a therapeutical time, and even though I didn’t get to write everyday, I did write some powerful posts that I have been able to re read and reflect on. Two days ago I happened to read the first post I wrote. It brought me to tears, and even though I am still trying to cope and adjust, it has made me realize that I am strong and that I’ve overcome one of the hardest losses, losing your mom.
Two days ago, as I re-read all of the posts, I decided I wasn’t going to do it. But then today, I got email notifications of new posts of the those who inspired me and I got to read last year, and by reading them I was reminded that I’m not alone in this, that many of us still doubt wether we will have ideas to write about, wether it will be a good writing piece or whether we will have the time and energy. Yet here we all are, taking risks again and willing to be honest and brave.