I had so much more to say about this series of images. I had a long post written in my head, my analytical nature incapable of simply tossing online four pictures without some sort of explanation. Unfortunately, I have a touch of the stomach flu. Clearly I am on the mend, or I wouldn’t be here. Still, I am not yet recuperated enough to artfully say everything that is in my heart. I’ll do my best right now.
Late last year, around my birthday, I felt within me a need to be more creative. I can’t explain it, other than to say it felt more like a compulsion, an absolute “time is up, your paper is due tomorrow” call for action far stronger than the whims that often grab me on ordinary Wednesdays. I answered by registering for Holly Becker’s Blogging Your Way class a week after my birthday and made a note of other classes of interest, held later in the year by other bloggers, which focus on creativity and the satisfaction of living a life fulfilled.
If the other classes I am considering are as useful, I will be very happy–although Holly is working me a bit like a pack mule with some of these homework assignments. In a good way. I can’t divulge the assignments I have done thus far, but I will say that they force you to focus on what you want from your blog (hobbyist or not) and how these goals mesh with the passions in your life. Not a simple task for someone who started a blog on nothing because her friend twisted her arm.
The inspiration board you see above is homework assignment three, which was the creation of an inspiration board that best defines your style and what you want to cover/do cover on your blog. The second part of the assignment was to post it online where your instructors (and classmates) could check it out. Mine looks nothing like what I expected. There are so many things I write about that didn’t seem to make the cut, but it feels right.
I read in waves, one book after the other until I stop, exhausted. Occasionally I will write something that makes me proud. I like things natural and simple, but I am a contradiction. Sometimes I am drawn to labels and sparkly things. The extended family I grew up without continues to shape who I am and the decisions I make, and almost everything I do is done with my husband and our children in mind. My faith is becoming increasingly important to me. I remain regimented. Most of my classmates posted inspiration boards layered with images. I retook the first picture because the pencil was crooked. The only thing I thought I didn’t effectively communicate was my sense of humor– until I realized the thrift-store book I tore up for this project was perhaps a bit…spicy. Heaving breasts and quivering loins can be funny, right?