Yesterday, I completed the assignment for my Writing 101 class, which was to “Go to a local cafe, park, or public place and report on what you see. Get detailed and leave no nuance behind.”
After spending an unbelievable amount of time writing, what I think, was an adverb-free post, I pushed the publish button. Then, I received this comment from a very loyal and supportive follower:
“These writing assignments are good, but I miss
the blogs that you post —
just because you just want to share
an experience with us that is
meaningful to you.”
I signed up for the Writing 101 Class to improve my writing skills. But, this follower’s comment stayed on my mind.
This class would improve my skills as a writer; but, was becoming a better writer high on the list of my blogging priorities? The answer was, no.
A statement in a post that I published on April 13, 2014 confirms this:
“I am neither a writer nor an author, but I wish to blog about my life.”
The class took time away from my true purpose as a blogger, which was to share my life experiences with those who might have an interest in the past, present, and future thoughts of an African-American female living in this season of her life.
Even before writing my first blogpost on January 13, 2013, I spent months looking for just the right words to express why I chose to create a blog. I came up with this:
“During this last season of my life, I am going on a journey to define ME. Opening up and going outside my comfort zone to redefine my life. Exploring and pursuing new interests that will lead to personal happiness, serenity, and tranquility,”
I plan to audit the on-line daily writing assignments as well as review the recommended readings; and, I may even write a post. But, I must stay true to my purpose for blogging.
Thank you to The Librarian, a loyal follower, supporter, and most of all, a close friend. You saw me heading down a path, which you knew was taking me away from my planned my journey.