I miss writing for fun.
I’ve been doing this freelance stuff and it’s awesome and super validating but not the same. It doesn’t give me the same feeling as flinging my personal opinions, rants, and dazzling personality in all of your faces. Stirring the pot and thinking I’m hilarious trips my trigger, it makes my world go round.
April is creeping up on us and that means another A to Z Challenge is around the corner – staring me down. Two years ago I completed it, last year I started and never finished (which is the truest to myself thing I could do), and this year I already have my posts mapped out – and it’s only March 19th. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna finish it, and I’m going to feel really good when it’s all said and done.
This theme reveal is not exactly that. I’m not even sure I have a theme, or if it’s just a smorgasbord of things that will be fun to write about. What I do know is that they are all true to me. Every post in the month of April will give you a little insight into who I am, why I’m this way, the people who are important to me, my past, present, and future.
Tomorrow I will start drafting the posts, and for the entire month of April, I invite you into my world, there will be venting, apologies, judging, flash fiction, and zingers. I will only get political once (or twice), and you’ll laugh more than I get political. Promise.
Until then, here are five of my favorites from the previous A-Z challenges. Check them out and then come find me come April 1st.
U is for Uneasy: “Some worries are rational, others are not. If I say this, how will it be perceived? Rational. How am I going to get all this done? Rational. Did someone just break into my house while I’m showering? Irrational.“
“Bennett [my kid]: Can you show me what that is?
Me: Um, moms don’t really twerk.
Bennett: Oh, so it’s like a kid thing?
L is for Loud: “I’m so used to people shh-ing me that sometimes I beat them to it. I’ll put my own hand up and lower the hypothetical volume as if I’m trying to announce that I have it under control.”
I is for Illicit: “Now, as a parent myself, I have to imagine there was a time or two that it was a bit uncomfortable to be around me and my love for risque tunes. I’d like to issue a public apology to the adults – especially my parents – who encountered my illicit taste in ’90’s music.”
H is for Handwriting: In school, we learn the proper way to write each letter and once we feel safe and confident we’ll start connecting the tops of our fours – and refuse to make every ‘r’ lower-case. Some people actually don’t care at all how their freehand writing looks, or maybe they do but the effort to make it legible is just too great. Who knows?