It’s not an accident that I am drawn to blogging– I have the perfect personality for it because I am open, I am afraid enough of people to prefer some distance (like a few states), I crave connection, and I like to write.
But, there is something I have no idea how to talk about. It’s not sex, because believe me I have some drafts in my queue that will knock your freaking socks off. You will see those soon enough (I am waiting for my mother-in-law to lose her internet connection for a while).
Other taboo topics haven’t scared me off either. I can talk about religion and politics and money– I keep the focus on myself and keep the tone humorous most of the time.
And you know what? I would rather talk about absolutely anything than the good stuff that happens to me. Seriously. A kid pooped in the tub while my husband was gone? Done and done. I’ll tell you all about it. The New York Times passed on my Modern Love submission? Here’s the post.
But, sometimes, good stuff happens. To me! Sometimes I get the full night’s sleep or receive a check in the mail or find the perfect parking spot. But you never ever hear about it. There’s nary a tweet on my Twitter feed that shows that positive things occur to me and around me.
But they do, and if I can’t celebrate the little things here in this space, then what makes me think I am going to be ready when the time comes to tell you all that my book is being published or I got a literary agent or I found my Ugg slippers?
Gotta start with small celebrations. That’s what my therapist said to me years ago when I was unenthused about a date with a guy who seemed boring. I refused to celebrate that I, shut down and people-especially-male phobic me, was going to go out on a date. “If you can’t celebrate the little things, then how you will you be ready to celebrate an engagement or a wedding or a birth of your child?”
He kinda had a point, right?
So, I have to practice celebrating accomplishments in writing. It’s not the Pulitzer or the National Book Award, but it has my name on it and it’s a huge honor.
Here’s a front row seat to my practice:
I am thrilled to have earned the most points in the Yeah Write contest. You might notice that every Tuesday I link up with the Yeah Write community, which is a contest (oooh, competitive me wants in) and offers me lots of opportunities to grow as a writer and as a person (that’s my fancy way of saying sometimes I get psycho about competitive stuff).
On the weeks when I haven’t done well on the Yeah Write grid, I have spent hours dissecting my posts or crying about being a middle child who can’t succeed in life or sitting in a dark room. Competition is tricky for me– sometimes it’s toxic. I have hung in there with Yeah Write because I want to learn how to be better at all of it: writing, placing well, winning, losing, writing a shitty post and seeing the world won’t end, and supporting other writers even if I am jealous of them or scared of them or just plain in awe of them.
I want the good stuff in my life to be a story worth telling. I want to bring you something more than thisshittythingwithmykidsisdrivingmenuts. I want good things to be interesting and worthy and a story just like all the bad things.
I gotta practice.
So, here’s to good writing, and good news, and good people like YOU and me.