On writing.

Everyone wants to have some kind of legacy: to leave some kind of impact or feel that we have mattered in some way. I don’t feel very confident that anything that I have done or will do will leave that kind of legacy.

Sliding Door

A sliding door separated where we lived from where my father worked. My dad would slide the door open and pass the threshold into a wonderland of sounds and textures and smells; not all of them good smells, but there was no doubt that he had entered a different place. The shelves were full of colorful boxes with letters and numbers. Things hung from the walls all the way up to the ceiling. There was a desk in the front window, swivel chairs at the counter, and an old mahogany cash register behind the counter. 

Writing to get un-stuck.

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A month ago, a writer friend issued a challenge to try and write something outside our comfort zone. She said, “If you usually write poetry, try to write fiction. If you usually write fiction, try to write memoir. Whatever your usual genre is, try and write something different.”

It seemed like a good way to get myself out of feeling pretty stuck in my writing, so I accepted her challenge.

Dear Leader, take the leap.

How do you know when it’s time, or if it’s time, to start something new? Last week, I started a new position – a new principal position. Starting a new position in the middle of a global pandemic is scary and uncertain. Building relationships in zoom meetings or wearing a mask adds a significant layer of challenge to something that is already difficult.