.Maybe I sound like a bad parent but watching my daughter learn to read is one of the most frustrating processes of my life. It is enjoyable, enriching, amazing and also totally tediously exasperating. I should be extolling the obvious positives of the experience and 99% of the time I will. I’m amazed that a child, who in September, could barely recognise her name is reading stories, short as they are, by herself. Writing her name, asking for you to spell out words so she can write them, trying to form her own sentences, sounding out every new word she…
So 4 weeks ago, I went through with chopping all my hair off and deciding to try to be a better me. I thought I knew what this entailed but it is going to be a much longer journey than I think I could have ever anticipated. This is a lifelong change that confirms to me that your life is a work in progress. Let’s look at the main things I’ve been working on.
I’ve been talking about my love for writing, so I suppose I should do some actual writing. To that end, I have written 1000 words of the beginning of a story which I am going to make public, here, now. 😬
I obviously fancy myself a writer a little bit as I’ve started a blog. But when I describe or sheepishly refer to myself as a writer or talk about my aspirations of writing, this is me talking about fiction. Writing about myself or my hair and my weight is pretty easy. Easy in comparison to letting people read my stories.
I’ve started this blog to chronicle my hair journey and the positive changes I want to make in my life. To do this, I have to write and maintain this site. So practising my writing means having to learn how to build a website. This is so much harder than I was expecting.