There are some things that once you do them you wonder why you didn’t do it earlier. Clean mopped floors, freshly changed sheets, newly cut hair, posting a new blog entry. I always change my sheets, but the floors, haircut, and blog, well not so much.
That is to say, I haven’t been writing. Well I have been writing, on the backs of fielding forms, little post-its, empty spaces in the newspaper, but not posting. Not finishing, not polishing, not sharing. Not feeling confident about the value of what I had to share, even though it’s my story and just as valid as any other story. Even though my job is to hear stories, everyone’s stories, anyone’s stories, about the most mundane things – face wash, planting, soup – and to show the value and nuance in them.