Writing with purpose...try 1

Now there is time to write. There are no excuses. There are no roommates talking to me about e-harmony. There is no Jeopardy in the background. There is time. There is paper. There is even a journal full of ideas to pull from. There is a hard drive of stories begun and abandoned. Now, what will I write? What will I spend my time on.
I have thoughts:
Saturday I went to Carowinds, and reevaluated my life as I clicked up the hills, contemplating my death.

Sunday I deiced I was going to be a quaker and spent the morning sitting silently in a circle waiting on God to speak and staring at other people's orthopedic shoes. I discussed the concepts of heaven and hell over lentil salad.

I started Pigs in Heaven, by Barbara Kingsolver and have been contemplating the concepts: love and luck, and equality...

But these are ordinary thoughts. The ordinary thoughts I'm always telling my students are enough. They are the stuff of life. So why do they all seem stupid to me?

My seemingly stupid ideas which I may write about:
A This I believe: I just have to figure out what I believe....maybe something about how you can't wait on everything to be perfect

A kid's story I've been working on about the princess and the Pee ( a bed wetting story)

Stories of exploring from when I was a kid...about my obsessive compulsive days maybe.

My writing group made me feel so much better. I loved reading their writing. It reminds me that author's aren't nearly as accepting as their readers. I still have to work on seeing myself as a writer, where my words have power, but I have already seen the power of the actual process of writing: of voicing ideas and worries, of sharing and being vulnerable, of being supported by others. I'm glad I get to do this with students. The process can change lives and build confidence. Our writing group already feels comfortable and important to me. I admire the strength I see in these women, who have been through so much more than me, and who will share. Someone has told me their secret to a happy marriage, and another the secret to a happy life. We share our struggles and our joys. It is very ya-ya. I have so much to learn. What do I have to share?