Pride Is Overrated Anyway, Right?

First of all, thank you so much for all your comments on my last entry. I have a hard time articulating how nice it feels to have those words of encouragement and enlightenment! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

So today I am officially stepping out of my box. Aunt Becky has been a huge inspiration to me since she is dedicating 2010 to Bringing Aunt Becky Back. I have decided to try and figure out what The Next Step is in my life, too. Today I am checking out a local writing group. I am really nervous because it’s a small step in a big, different direction. Before I was Mommy, I was Teacher. I thought I would love that job, but come to find out, I didn’t. I am working up the courage to talk about it, and I will soon, but let’s just leave it at “Not-a-Good-Fit.” So I am testing out other waters in other venues. I remember in high school, I had to fill out a form about my future, and one of the questions was “What do you want to do for a living?” My answer was “Author.” And then life happened, and I became an English teacher. I am thinking that maybe there is something to that gut response. We’ll see.

So I have to bring something I’ve written. I am bringing a chapter of a book that I wrote that was never published. I am also bringing some of my blog entries with your comments on it. So if this group thinks I suck, your comments will remind me that someone doesn’t think that I suck. Kind of like my security blanket. Besides, what do I have to lose anyway, pride? It’s overrated.