About halfway through the semester, I was certain that I'd made a mistake when I'd agreed to teach a writing course, and I wondered how I'd make it through to the end.
About halfway through NaBloPoMo, I was certain that I'd made a mistake when I'd signed on to publish a post every day for the month of November, and I wondered how I'd make it through to the end.
But somewhere along the way, I experienced a shift in both areas of my life. With just two weeks left in the semester, my class has hit its stride. My students still don't love writing. In truth, most of them still find it painful. But the classroom atmosphere has changed. The students are more engaged. The conversation is more lively. The experience is more pleasant.
And today, as I publish my final NaBloPoMo post, I feel like I have hit my stride as well. I still don't love the pressure of posting every day, but I no longer find it painful. And the routine of writing every day has changed me. I feel more engaged in the process. My internal monologue about writing is more lively. And the experience is more pleasant.
I'm still eager to welcome December, scale back my posting, and wrap up my class. I'm looking forward to reclaiming my former life, both online and off. But, as often happens, I won't be stepping back into that old life; I'll be stepping forward into a new version of it.
Not bad for one month's progress, eh?