You may have noticed a new image on blog. To the right of my posts, on top of all my other widgets, now sits a badge, declaring that I am participating in NaBloPoMo for December. What is NaBloPoMo? It stands for National Blog Posting Month. Technically, that was actually last month, but the challenge has been issued anew, and since I didn’t know about last month and found out about December in time to sign up, here we are.
That badge says I’ve agreed to post every day this month, from today until New Year’s Eve.
I’m a solo pastor of a church. It’s Advent.
I have a 13 year old son who plays basketball and has about two games a week starting Tuesday.
I am half-way through my class to become an EMT, a class which meets two evenings a week for 4 hours.
I’m trying to boost my Etsy shop inventories, make at least a few of my Christmas gifts, and have a craft fair next Saturday.
All of these are reasons I probably shouldn’t have signed up to do NaBloPoMo THIS month. Yet I did. I like to write. I want to write more. I want to be more consistent with my blogging. I want to let loose of my perfectionist tendencies which tell me not to write until a post is well-formed in my mind, ready for publication, and I have time to do it right, because obviously that trifecta rarely occurs. I have a lot to say, about foster parenting and adopting and being single and being a pastor and my faith and the Church and living green and animals and sewing and all the crazy and mundane stuff that goes on in the world. I need deadlines to make me finish stuff. I need guidelines and schedules to keep me disciplined (and even then, I often start strong and peter out). I’m trying this, hoping it will work, hoping this doesn’t become one more thing I start and fail to finish.
But here I am, on a Sunday afternoon, writing instead of sewing, crocheting, cleaning, or napping. One down, 30 more to go…