This infinitesimal corner of the internet sprang forth almost exactly four years ago when I was observing full-time in a high school classroom before beginning my run as a student teacher. As a college senior, my purpose for blogging was obvious: talk about whatever I darn well pleased whenever I wanted. A few months later my move into the convent with my beloved sisters provided both endless material and a clear purpose: the fist-year-teacher-living-with-nuns-in-Texas niche is very narrow, and while I didn't even manage to corner that market, it was easy to find things to say.
Writing with an audience and a purpose clearly in mind is such an awesome experience. I love every minute of it. And somehow, my readership grew and expanded beyond my family. Trust me, four years ago my expectation of having anything resembling a "readership" was exactly zilch.
Over the past year or so, most posts have been apologies for the long break since the one before. While being quite aware of the lameness of that, I haven't done much about resolving the causes, and since I know there are in fact people out there who read this, it seems right to offer some explanation. The bottom line is that my identity as a writer has changed, and I've yet to figure out how that translates to this space. What started as a college-student-turned-volunteer's reflections, as a matter of fact, is not that any more and can't be.
So, if only for my mother's sake, I'm going to take some time to figure out where I'm going with this and give it another go. And even though I'm pretty sure my inactivity has chased off my meager readership, I'd be honored if whoever of you are left would stick with me while I reinvent my blogger self.
And, of course, a merry 8th day of Christmas and a joyful new year to you all!