I am a writer

I am a writer. There I said it. The stack of journals in my parent's basement proves it. My college newspapers with my byline proves it. And now this blog proves it. If you are wondering, the proof is for me. You see, I'm not fully convinced I am a writer. I am under the false notion that writers get paid to write. I don't. I am a high school English teacher trying to inspire my students to write. But, life has got in the way of my own writing. In the beginning, I blamed not pursuing this passion on college and graduate school obligations. Teaching. Planning a wedding. Basking in wedding bliss. Getting pregnant all too soon after the wedding. Getting up in the middle of the night to nurse and rock and soothe. Getting up in the middle of the night with a toddler to hear a tantrum or to get tickled by her. Job searching. Planting a garden. Going on walks. Drinking a cup of tea in silence. Having to call family. Writing that thank you letter. Washing dirty dishes that are piling up. Folding laundry. Baking banana muffins. Although the truth is I am only a writer when I actually write. So, here it is: my pledge to write. To post to this blog and to continue my handwritten journals. You see, my life pledge is to live in the moment. I find I do this most successfully when I write, practice yoga or focus solely on the people in front of me: my daughter, husband, and even my dog who we embarrassingly consider a member of the family equally. So, I will say it again and again on this blog as I try to convince myself that there is truth to it. Here it goes. Sincerely, A writer