"One more question...what is your dream job?"
"I really want to be a writer."
Today, I had the privilege of sharing with a college class of educators preparing to go into Special Education Administration.
We had talked about school improvement, and priorities in Special Education programming, and working with staff members, parents, and students. We had talked about a healthy work-home balance, philosophies and beliefs, and a Multi-Tiered System of Supports.
At the very end, one of the class members asked me what my dream job would be and absolutely without hesitation, I said, "I really want to be a writer."
It just rolled off of my tongue.
I didn't think about it or ponder or consider other possibilities -- I just said it very clearly and matter-of-factly, "I really want to be a writer."
Yet, I haven't blogged in almost a year.
I've not published a book in almost a year.
And you know -- that's okay.
I do really want to be a writer.
But for now, in this season of life, I'll continue to collect knowledge, life experiences, and family memories. And someday in the future, I'll use these quips of information to share with the world when I write another book and publish this blog more regularly.
Trying to be present in my current season here in the farmhouse,
Over Christmas break, I spent some time researching some intentional journaling ideas for 2021.
One of the ideas I found all over Pinterest was doing a "one line a day" journal.
The basic premise is that you write down ONE line in a journal each day of the year.
Happy almost 2021 from the Farmhouse, friends,
I had found extra motivation by keeping track of the books I read in 2020 through the Goodreads Reading Challenge, so I was interested to see how this might transfer over to my other desired habits.
I decided to start tracking all of the goals I was working towards and see if I made more progress when I was monitoring.
Sure enough, Gretchen Rubin was right.
I started to track everything using a simple app called Done.
In the last few weeks, when I haven't felt like walking or drinking all of my water, this app has kept me on track.
Checkmarks on a scratch piece of paper could do the job, too.
The point isn't the WAY you're tracking, it's that you make the effort to track.
Tracking every day leads to streaks in certain habits.
Streaks in certain habits leads to extra motivation to keep that streak going.
I'm adding a new habit to my tracking list today -- blogging once a week.
One week down. ✅
Monitoring my habits here in the farmhouse,
The book is basically the written version of the writing class Lamott teaches.
I've always felt the pull to write.
and someday -- a novel.
So this is me committing to this idea in writing...to you.
I want to write a novel.
I've dreamed about it since high school. When I was teaching third graders about the writing process and helping them learn to become better writers, in the back of my mind, I was always composing my own stories.
I have started so many times.
I get through a few chapters or get through developing a character or two, and I kind of fall off of the wagon and halt the process.
Six months later, I start again.
I'm giving myself the gift of done.
And hopefully, giving the world (or at the very least, my daughters) some sort of written gift in the process.
Typing away here at the farmhouse,
In 2017, I started this blog when we bought the farmhouse.
I so enjoyed sharing with my readers the transformation of certain rooms, as we moved in, painted, and even added a bathroom upstairs.
I loved to share parenting stories, marriage joys & struggles, and decorating ideas.
There were some weeks during the last year and a half that I was blogging every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
And yet, when I opened the blog today...my last post was in June. JUNE.
That's SIX months ago.
However, a few days ago, I wrote a blog post to share as a guest writer on our minister's blog.
And it sparked something in me.
I realized how much I had missed sharing in this way.
Blogging feeds my soul.
So in 2020, I'm committing to a weekly blog post.
Not only to pour into my readers' lives...but for myself.
Happy Last-Week-of-the-Decade, friends.
Love from the Farmhouse,