My guest blogger today is Angela, author of the blog Tiaras and Trucks. She is such a supportive blogger and one who is about to make the exciting leap from the Blogger platform to WordPress. But her story here today is about so much more than blog design, it’s about making that fundamental decision to chase a dream – which she is doing through her very own blog.
My path to teaching wasn’t a straight one; I went back to school to obtain a master’s degree and teaching certificate simultaneously. Finding a job seemed like the end of a journey. Pregnant with my daughter Abbey, I graded papers, planned lessons, and thought about my career in terms of what sort of school I wanted to work at in the future. As an enchanted new mother, I started a blog, a place to document her photos and a few funny stories, creating a virtual baby book.
Between night awakenings, planning authentic assessments, early morning runs and contacting parents, I felt my passion for teaching wane. I dove into planning sessions, literature circles and stayed up working in the silence of the hours past midnight but my heart was divided.
By the time I was pregnant with Dylan, I knew I wanted to take a break with plans to teach again once he went to Kindergarten. Nursing Dylan in the stillness of a darkened room, I began clicking around, finding blogs I would come back to day after day. Soon, my own blog posts evolved, my language deepened and I rediscovered a joy for writing without the specific deadlines or expectations of academic assignments.
Slowly, my voice appeared; my writer’s voice – dormant for years, it called me forward in a whisper and then a SHOUT.
I followed, uncertain and tentative, hiding behind words like hobby and just-for-fun.
I found communities like Theta Mom, which was like stepping into a candy store; blogs filled with sweetness, hilarity or with common sense advice. Women were sharing their stories and forming tribes of support, encouragement, and inspiration. I began reaching out, commenting and linking and exploring the meandering path of the blogosphere.
Posts used to fly from my mind to the screen, published without more than a brief edit. Now I draft and edit, taking pride in the record I’m leaving for my children, but somehow still left wondering if it could be something more.
I found Write on Edge, where I tasted fiction writing again and found a group of women who would unequivocally change how I view my own writing and the writing process. The idea of teaching again lost its appeal; freelance writing tickled softly behind my ears, hidden and unspoken, a goal I was afraid to voice should it fizzle out of existence once it met the air outside of my dreams.
I found Just.Be.Enough. where I have the opportunity to share my journey to find and accept who I am as a mother, a writer, a wife, a woman.
I found BlogHer and began to entertain thoughts of syndication and reviewing books and freelance work, both writing and copy editing.
Unlike my teaching career, this path is one I’m walking without a direct goal; there are obstacles and fears and doubts blocking my way. But there is beauty as well; the flowers of community and support that help cushion those obstacles.
Because of blogging, my teaching career is slowly becoming part of my past. My blog, once a place to record milestones and memories, has become a tangible place to forge my new path as a writer.
My blog has helped my dreams take shape, and now I need to see how they hold their shape in the freedom of the breeze.