I had absolutely no inspiration that day when it came to naming my blog, nor did I realize that it might have been a good idea to set up the address for finding my blog to correspond with the name that I finally came up with to give to my blog. I’d contributed to a closed, family only, blog my daughter had created prior to me creating my own blog, but I had no vision whatsoever for a personal blog. Our family blog had a great name, and it had been a fun exercise in informing each other of our various happenings before Facebook came along and changed all of that.
I was still working part-time by teaching English as A Second Language. I needed to work in order to keep my insurance going until I turned 65. I seldom took the time to blog during those days, but I was looking forward to the end of the school year when my teaching obligations were over and I could spend more time writing and blogging. Jann, kept bugging me to write. (Thank you, Jann.)
When it came time for me to create my own blog, I named it Retired English Teacher because that was the only title that came to mind when I sat down to fulfill the requirements of the assignment by creating a blog. I had recently retired. I had no idea where retirement would take me. In fact, in many ways, I was not even sure I wanted to be retired. I planned on working working part-time over the next few years and did not see myself becoming a blogger even though I did want to write and hoped to write a book during my retirement years.
I did see my blog as a place where I could write about my activities so that my children could keep up with what was going on in my life. (As if they would be interested.) My own father used to write wonderful long letters to his children and to his siblings. He would make carbon copies and send out the letters. I loved getting his long chatty letters about what he and Mother had been doing. He would sometimes tell stories in the letters. I loved his stories. Those letters were filed away and are now great treasures to me. Perhaps, I was channeling my father and his letter writing ways when I took up writing my early blog posts.
No one ever commented on my early posts. I don’t know that anyone even read them. Now, I look back at them and am grateful I wrote because the few posts do serve as a bit of a journal for what was going on in my life.
I wrote eleven posts that first year. Just before the end of the 2008, I contemplated the future of my blog, a blog that had never generated even one comment, by writing a post called, To Blog or Not to Blog. I ended the post by writing the following:
As of today, the jury is still out. I am not sure of the benefit of this blog except for serving as a place where I can create a bit of a history of what is going on in my life at the moment. I am newly retired. I struggle with my new status at times. I miss the academic life, and yet I am also happy to leave the daily demands of it behind. I miss my students. I miss the interaction. I miss my audience. That is one thing a teacher always has - an audience. As I used to say, "Just give me a stage!" But, I also like to think that my classroom was a place where we were all learning together. I like to think that I created a more generative, constructivist type of classroom. It wasn't just like the classrooms where I went to school. My classroom was interactive and interesting. Certainly, if a blog is going to be successful, it must be all of those things too. At the moment, I think my blog mostly serves as a place where I can contemplate and explore where I want to go with my life as as a retired teacher. I don't necessarily need an audience to do that. I only need a place where I can record my thoughts and activities so I don't get lost. So, for now the blog continues.
I wrote even fewer posts in 2009. I did write a post in April of that year entitled, My Life As An Educator. In January of 2010, that post generated its first comment, in fact it was the first time any post had ever generated a comment. A woman, also a recently retired educator, had also just begun blogging, had found my blog, and something I wrote resonated with her, so she wrote a comment. We began communicating with each other, and I became an avid reader of her blog and some other blogs I found out there.
Quite honestly, I most likely never would have continued to blog if it had not been for Jann, #1Nana, my very first blogger commenter. Her encouragement was key in my blogging journey.
In February of 2010, I turned 65.
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| Retired English Teacher, AKA Sally, on her 65th birthday in February 2010 |
My husband and I took a trip to Europe to celebrate our full retirement in May of 2010. I contemplated the direction of my life and blog while we traveled. I knew that the retirement years were going to finally open up for me, and I hoped to spend that time writing, gardening, and traveling.
Instead, just ten days after our return from Europe, my youngest daughter, Julie, took her life at the age of 34 on May 29, 2010. My life went into a tailspin. I had to rethink life so I could make sense of a new reality that made no sense whatsoever to me.
Thankfully, I had a journal and a blog where I could turn to try sense of the great loss that had come into my life. I wrote a blog post called Life Altering Events soon after Julie died. The blogging community reached out to me with love and support like no other support system I had in place at the time. I had family, and I had friends, wonderful, supportive, loving and caring friends and family, but it was through writing that I was able to sort out what was going on in my broken heart. I wrote about my private grief in a journal, and I shared much of my grief journey through blogging also. Writing helped to heal my heart. Blogging gave me a new community with which I could share my story of heartbreak and loss.
Blogging introduced me to an entirely new world. I never would have imagined where my blogging journey would take me when I wrote that first perfunctory post to complete a class assignment in July of 2008. Since that time, when I began blogging in earnest, I have so often been inspired by bloggers. I have learned new things from bloggers. I have traveled to places I will never go in person by reading blogs. I have learned insight about life. I’ve seen nifty ideas for decorating. I’ve found new recipes. I supported others through loss and heartbreak. I have laughed at blogger humor as I read their funny stories. I read accounts of fighting cancer. I have cried for blogger's losses of love, children, financial ruin, and even of days before loss of life. I have prayed for blogger in times of trial. I’ve celebrated their victories with them. Many bloggers have become my dear virtual friends. I have met some of them in person.
In fact, the core of my community of bloggers from back in 2011 and 2012 decided to meet in person in 2012. Jann, my very first reader, commenter, and blogging friend and I would meet when she and I and four other bloggers decided to rent a house on Vashon Island in Washington so we could meet in the flesh. We dubbed ourselves the Vashionistas, and Jann would joke about wondering which one of us would be the “ax murderer.” We did take a risk, I guess. None of us knew each other except through blogs before we met on Vashion.
These women, my Vashionistas, and I would meet more than once at Lavender Hill on Vashion Island. We would write, explore, share, laugh, eat, cook, and we created wonderful memories together. Some have stopped blogging; a few remain faithful blog writers. All represent to me the wonderful world of friendship that blogging opens up to all of us willing to send our words out into the world for others to read. They represent a very important chapter in my blogging life.
Blogging has changed so much in the past few years, and so have I.
I no longer think of myself as a retired English teacher, even though I am one. My journey through the last ten years has been one of loss, of heartbreak, of pain, of illness, of broken relationships, and it has also been one of great joy, of growth, of self-discovery. I have aged. I have slowed down. I dealt with heart issues, auto-immune issues, and hair loss. My faith has grown through this process in ways I never could have imagined.
I have a story to tell. It has been written over a lifetime of living one day at a time, and thankfully much of it has been recorded in diaries, letters, and notebooks. I hope to get it organized enough to leave a legacy of hope for my grandchildren.
For that reason, my blog will be taking a new direction. Yes, the time has come to retire Retired English Teacher. I have loved this space, this blog, for so many reasons, some of which I have recapped above, but just as the times have changed, so have I. I need a new focus.
I will be creating a new design and and new address for my blog. THAT IS SCARY! Writing down a goal makes it real, and that makes it scary to me because that means I must make strides towards reaching my new goal.
This is not good-bye. This is hello to something new. I hope you all will follow me as I continue on my journey of writing and blogging at a new address.
My husband I will be taking an extended vacation over the course of the next month. When I get back from that, I hope to get the work done to move on to creating my new blog address and blog name.
Thank you all, dear readers for your loyalty and support. I love you all. An announcement of where to find me next will be forthcoming.
Watch this space.
XO
Sally
Retired English Teacher
