Water tasted good. As I lowered my glass, I thought about how I need to drink more water, I really do. I also thought about today, the first day of the 2019 Slice of Life Story Challenge. Today marks the beginning of the challenge issued by all the co-authors at Two Writing Teachers (twowritingteachers.org), a challenge that supports and encourages teachers and other educators to live like a writer for the entire month of March. For 31 days straight, those who accept the challenge must post a small moment story, a “slice of life” story, on their blog, while also offering feedback to at least three other “Slicers.”
Looking out over my sink and through the window, I watched as more late February storm clouds rolled in. Where do they come from? I wondered. And also, where do the metaphorical, mental doom-and-gloom storm clouds originate? I mean, I love writing. Becoming a Two Writing Teachers co-author has been such a privilege and opportunity.
And yet, as March approaches, the clouds roll in. I feel some sort of odd, unwelcome dread.
And the clouds talk.
They say stuff like, “Oh boy, now you’re gonna have to get up early,” and, “Sure hope you can think of something to write about for 31 days,” and, “Gosh, March is going to be awfully busy for you.” And so forth.
Gazing out my window, I found myself wondering why humans– well, at least me– are wired up to dread things we actually love doing?
In that moment, I decided that I’m going to intentionally look forward to this March challenge. Yes! I’m going to take five deep breaths each morning, choose three things for which I’m grateful, set an intention for the day… and write.
I looked down at my glass of water. It was half full. So I finished it. Here’s to a wild and robust March Story Challenge… I can’t wait!