Finding My Voice Again

It seems that I have been a wife and mother for so long that I have forgotten about the satisfaction of having an opinion and a thought all my own. So I have given in and started a blog - even the word itself is so gooey! I have always thought of myself as one who never follows the trends, but I hope this opportunity to publish my thoughts will force me to take the time to articulate and cultivate them. When I was a shy tenth grade student I had an English teacher who always read the best student writing out loud to the class before she handed back our assignments. Of course she never gave the writers' names, but many of us guessed about the owner of those words she lauded and held up for our writing aspirations. Many times my teacher would read my words and I found myself floating above the mire of high school, finally feeling validated. You might ask why I hadn't felt that before, and I don't know the answer to that. All I know is that when Mrs. Pensis would read my carefully chosen words, I would sit taller in the corners of my brain, even though I was desperately trying to act nonchalant and anonymous in the corner desk of my classroom. I don't want to be that anonymous any more. I want my voice back, even if I am the only one listening.