In early February, Tweets about the 2016 Slice of Life Challenge surfaced in my newsfeed, and if I'm honest, I cringed a little. As a former slicer, I know the joys of participating in the 30-day challenge. However, life has recently thrown me some uncomfortable twists and turns, and I haven't felt like my regular, gung-ho self. I'd resolved to take a year off until a few members of my tribe texted and invited me to join the party. I also stumbled across a powerfully honest blog by Pernille Ripp, who constantly forces me to rethink my position on a plethora of educational issues. Like Donalyn Miller, she gave me the gift of going second as she bravely told the truth about finding herself in a dreaded reading slump, and I figured if these courageous educators could power through, so could I.
So tonight, I'm reluctantly taking the plunge. With guilt-edged obligation and a sense of professional responsibility as my companions, I choose to engage in the irritating and gratifying act of writing for thirty days straight. My hope is that my passion for writing will resurface, and once again I will rediscover the bliss and wonder of words.
Francesca Battistelli's new song, If I'm Honest, beckons me to bring my brokenness to the blogosphere. May the month of March bring healing, hope, and a rekindled desire for growth.