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Reflections on blogging

It has been a year since I started this blog.  I thought I’d be writing more.  While I didn’t think that writing on a regular basis would be easy, I didn’t think it would be this hard.  In reflecting on what has made more frequent blogging challenging for me, I have come to some conclusions:

1.)    I love words and I love writing, but I’m a perfectionist.  Maybe it’s related to being a speech-language pathologist, but I recognize the power in words.  Especially the power in words, written or spoken, that are woven together well.

2.)   I find it hard to share my personal thoughts in writing.  That said I generally do tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.  I can be overly earnest and honest in what I say to others.  So, I’ve learned to monitor my words.  And it seems this extends to my writing in a public blog.

3.)  I find my monitoring of words is further magnified when carefully crafted phrases can be re-used by other, less earnest, bloggers.

4.)   My work life can make unreasonable demands on my time.  As any speech-language pathologist can tell you, we have unreasonable caseloads and workloads that do not meet the suggested ASHA guidelines (www.asha.org).  I often write at night . . . comprehensive initial referrals, review evaluations, initial IFSPs and review IFSPs.  And I won’t even mention lesson plans (oh, I just did!).  All of these work related documents are specified, mandated, time-lined and rigorously monitored by one or more friendly government agencies.  After much holding of breaths, my agency just passed an in-depth file review with flying colors.  (This is what takes up valuable thinking and writing time!)

5.)  And finally,  I will write a paragraph when a sentence will do . . . enough said.

So after some further reflection, my goals for the next year of this blog are to:

1.)   Post more frequently

2.)   Worry less about sharing  (Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery… sort of)

3.)   Write briefer, shorter posts

4.)   Not obsess over grammatical constructions

5.)   Balance Life and Work obligations better   (…not just a blog goal)

As always . . . .

Life is fine,

Sarah


Pretty in pink, but prettier in purple

I always get a thrill driving across the George Washington Bridge, especially at night. This particular crossing was a Friday  in early October, just last month. It had taken me quite a while to even get near the George Washington.  Stuck in traffic for an hour on I95, the weather changed from clear to rainy as I neared the bridge.  The infamously polite New York drivers made the approach to the bridge even more challenging when construction required a lane merge.

Limos, trucks and huge SUVs claimed their status on the road, overtaking more humble vehicles like my own.  After all, it was Friday night so  city-driving rules  applied in this teaming traffic tie-up.  With seven more hours of driving before me I was, quite frankly, quickly losing my Zen.

I took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.  Breathe in calm; breathe out tension.  This didn’t help a whole lot.  I took a breath mint.  That didn’t help either. Traffic was still not moving at all. I called on Reiki spirit, on the power of light & love, and I started to feel better.  And then, my lane starting moving.

Finally, finally, I was on the George Washington Bridge… but  more than that… the bridge’s spans were lit in Purple colored lights!  How beautiful the bridge looked in the rain. How absolutely unexpected and  amazing. I captured it in a photo.

Lights on George Washington Bridge

What did it mean, I wondered, these Purple colored lights?  And then my mind turned to late September and the tragic death of Tyler Clementi, the Rutgers’ student who had taken his life on the bridge; these Purple lights must be a tribute to him.  How wonderful, I thought, society is surely changing when acknowledgement of such a senseless loss could be honored in such a public display.

How beautiful those Purple lights looked to me. My Zen feeling was back. It seemed to me in that moment, that tolerance for differences, as well as intolerance for persecution of those differences, were true possibilities.

 I drove across the George Washington with a pretty good high. I drove across the George Washington with loss and sadness for a young man’s life and his parents’ grief.  The Yin always with the Yang.

Of course,  my story does not end there. After crossing the Bridge, I headed south and exited at a rest stop. I sent my daughter the photo I had taken and texted her how touched and amazed  I was by the Purple “memorial lights”  on the George Washington Bridge. She quickly texted me back……”the lights are Pink, it’s Breast Cancer Awareness month”.

……I sighed.  ……I reflected.  Pretty awesome Pink lights, I thought!   We’ve come a long way to get Pink lights on the George Washington Bridge.  Society just needs to go a little further to have Purple lights on the George Washington Bridge.

Life is fine,

Sarah