Meet my friend Fear June 18, 2009

Ok. Here I am. Now what? There are so many things that I could write about. I can write about my first, second, or upcoming third year of teaching. I can write about my mundane life during the summer (but how, at the same time, I have a secret crush on Summer….shhhh–don’t tell my husband). I might even possibly write about my fear of writing.

With the exception of my crazy obsession with summer, the topics above have more in common than I might originally think. During the first year of teaching, I lacked a bit o’ confidence, despite the fact that I kept this generally under wraps and kept away like a pile of dirty laundry when company comes to visit. My second year of teaching I became a bit more confident, but still hid away the stray socks of uncertainty. Furthermore, it’s unfortunate that even though I love writing, my fear of critique is intimidating enough that I would wait a good three to four weeks to finally write in this here blog. When company finally comes to visit, I realize that teaching and writing reveal something about my character and that, my friends, is something that frightens even the best of us. Without fear, though, how might anyone ever do great things? How might anyone ever realize his or her true potential?

I’m not so sure that I have much more to say right now other than this: I think I’m okay with this “fear” guy. I think I’ll get to know him a bit more and continue to let my fear of uncertainty drive me to become a phenomenal teacher. I think I’ll keep typin’ words on the computer in hopes of becoming an exceptional writer. I think, I just think, I’ll keep on keepin’ on.