For the first time since I started this blog in 2010, I was unable to write for two months! I am afraid I had a huge reality check. With the intention of getting some encouragement to write a book, I attended a Writer’s Workshop. I boldly brought one of my favorite blogs to the first class. I raised my hand quickly when the teacher asked if anyone brought something to share. I read with expression, at a good pace, and loud enough for all to hear. I expected all sorts of positive comments. I didn’t get them.
Don’t feel badly, because I really learned something and that freed me up to begin blogging again. What I came to grips with is that I may not be a “writer” in the true sense of the term, and I may not ever publish that book. I found that I began to feel grateful, grateful for what is: my ability to write a blog about a key learning in my day and possibly impact a reader. The added pressure of writing to publish would bring chaos into my peaceful, purposeful world and I didn’t want that.
This train of thought led to my thinking about gratitude and its place in my life. I am grateful for all the good things and the challenges in my life, for surely they are the reason I am who I am. I am grateful for you, my readers, because you read this blog because somehow, sometimes it brings meaningfulness in your life. I don’t have to be a published author for that to occur. I wrote a long list of all the people and things I am grateful for and stopped, not because I couldn’t think of more, but because I wanted to find a good definition of gratefulness, to make sense of my decision to restrict my writing to blogs.
Melody Beattie writes,