If anyone had told me I’d slice every Tuesday during 2014 and every day in March of that same year I would have said, you are crazy. In fact that is exactly what I asked myself in my first SOL post in November of 2013: Am I Crazy?
I sliced even when I thought I nothing to say or sometimes too much to say.
I worried when I hit the publish button.
Did that make any sense?
Was that too personal?
Was that a slice?
This happens sometimes, in fact all of those questions are rattling around in my mind right now and as I publish this reflection on my year.
Maybe I should just write about something safe.
In the Slice of Life community my worries were unwarranted. Not that every post was perfect, or couldn’t be improved. SOL welcomed me, typos and all. The community allowed me to just write, to try. In joining this community of writers I started to consider myself a writer.
Slicers’ comments quieted my fears, made me brave, and brought me back. Without feedback I know I would not have written week after week.
Today I remember those slices when worries surrounded my words. I hit publish and held my breath. Slicer words came back and I exhaled. Someone read my words and understood.
When I started slicing I thought it would be a place to help me become a better writing teacher .I had no idea what I was in for.
Friendships created through written words is a very special thing. I had no idea. People who share their words and understand mine. Miraculous.
Thank you Slicers. Thank you Two Writing Teachers. Thank you Anna, Beth, Betsy, Dana, Stacey and Tara. You have changed me as a teacher, but more importantly you have taught me the power of the written word.
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