She asked me tonight how the blog was doing. And I told her that it was not where I’d like it to be. After its second wind in early August and the contact I’d made with Arianna Huffington, I had been floating high on the hope that things would really fly. Really take off. Just like they had twice before. So when she asked me tonight how things were going and my answer was a little lacklustre, I guess what I was really thinking was “Writing blogs is hard. Writing blogs for people to read is hard. It’s too hard, sometimes. Maybe I’ll never be the writer I want to be.”
Sometimes we just have to speak the words we really feel- not to embrace them. But to release them.
A bit later on, I stumbled across a little electronic reminder that today is International Dot Day, in celebration of Peter Reynold’s book called The Dot. A book written in celebration of starting small and making one’s mark…one little dot at a time. One little word. One little sentence, one little phrase. One little blog article at a time. And when one starts small, they find that one thing leads to another. One little blog piece leads to another little blog piece. To another and another. It’s kind of like putting one foot in front of the other.
You just don’t know where you’ll end up.
But you know where you’d like that destination to be.
I’ve always wanted to be an influencer. I’ve always wanted to make my mark on this world. Find my place in this world. Be somebody. But at the same time, I have thought to myself: “I don’t have everything all figured out yet…I don’t know everything there is to know about what I want to talk about.” So I found myself starting small. I first wrote vignettes about our life as a family. About my role as a mother, wife and woman. And in time, I found healing in those words. Found healing in the process. In the beginning, I wrote solely on the topic of joy. For I was on a pursuit- a pursuit to find joy. And in letting myself lean into the pain, the sadness- and even the grief at times, I found the release I was searching for. Found the healing. And I began to start over.
My dot has been this blog.
I want to thank everyone who reads this blog. Most of you have found me through “What Students Remember Most About Teachers” and for the success of that piece, I will forever be a jumbled mix of surprise and gratitude. For anyone who reads anything else you might find here, I offer a simple word of thanks. You have made the Dot I placed in this interweb of technology meaningful and worthwhile for me. My readers sustain me. You are the other half of this equation and I write as much for you as I do for myself.
In celebration of International Dot Day, I want to celebrate the dots we are placing on this world. Celebrate the work we do in our homes- as parents, children, siblings, cousins, friends, uncles, aunts, grandparents and guardians. And celebrate the service we offer up in our places of work- as employees, leaders, followers, doers, visionaries, role models, facilitators, mentors and steady, reliable workers. Paid and unpaid. In our communities, we must never forget to appreciate and recognize the countless volunteers, board members, trustees, committee reps, and more. All making dots on our community landscape. And in our world, as people who stand by one another and help one another through both the good and the bad. Let us celebrate the dots we represent around the globe.
We are all making our mark. Let’s be proud of the dots we leave behind each day as a remembrance of our calling. Our daily offering to this world of ourselves and our love. And may we never undermine the importance of the dot our lives represent.
Each Dot is a beautiful mark of impact on this world that only we can make.