This morning, I woke up pumped to get online. My first ever guest blog post went live at 4:00 MST. It’s not my first blog post, but since I have exactly zero followers, I knew that this post would be more popular than my own. Imagine my excitement as I opened Facebook and Twitter and saw links to it! My heart raced. My hands shook. I clicked on it. There was my name in black and white! I admit, I teared up. Then, I saw that someone had already commented on it! Wow! I felt famous! I returned to Twitter and saw that I had several notifications. My writing tribe was already retweeting the tweet for my guest post. More tears! My smile spread across my face and made my eyes scrunch up until they were slits of light.
Why this excitement? Well, a year ago, there is no way I would have been brave enough to fill out a questionair to be a guest blogger. I wasn’t a writer. I didn’t have anything anyone would want to read so why waste my time. Now, I love to write. I love to blog. I love to share my new found passion. I love to teach teachers and encourage them to become teacher writers with me.
Today is also bittersweet. Six weeks ago, I started teaching a class for people in my school district called “Teacher Writers in a Workshop Model.” Tonight is the last class. I was so nervous to teach teachers at first. Now, I feed off of their energy and I am already thinking about a different class to teach. The teachers seem to be enjoying the class and I am sad to see it end. So, what am I going to do now? I have no idea and I am okay with that!