I think firsts are hard around the internet.
First blog posts. First tweets. First photos published.
They all leave such a lasting first impression. Or at least that’s what I’m assuming. For all I know, no one really cares about first thoughts; just that there’s something on the page.
Nonetheless, I always feel obligated to take my time when first posting on the web. After all, if by chance I don’t post again for awhile, these words will linger.
Thus, I feel introductions are in order even though you can read my ‘About‘ page and practically learn everything you need to know about me. But in case you haven’t visited it yet, I’m Caitlin, and this space on the web is my little corner of stories.
By stories, I really just mean my life. I’m sure I’ll eventually be sharing some of the actual story I’m writing, but I also plan to write about many things under the sun. I’ve tried focusing my writing before, finding that niche, but I just can’t do it. So I’m not going too.
I’m going to write creatively. I’m going to write about my faith and my family. I’m going to write about my job as a teacher and yoga instructor. I many even write about writing itself sometimes while I’m also throwing in cute pictures of my two miniature dachshunds.
Pretty much, this blog will be journal-like in nature, but don’t worry, I won’t pour out my heart in angst like the 15-year-old me furiously scribbling in my journal, trying to make sense of my day to day. Though, there may be times I do pour out my heart because writing for me has always been a way to process life. It’s how I make sense of things and sometimes even of myself.
One of my most favorite things to do in life is to put words on page, made even better if I have a bold cup of coffee nearby. I believe it’s part of my original design–the thing in my soul God designed just for me. I have so many scrap pieces of paper, napkins, post-its, and Word documents filed away with story ideas, thoughts, characters, and the joys and worries of my life, but in the last few years I’ve done nothing with them. Shared them with no one.
Mostly because I didn’t believe in myself as a writer.
But during this whole process of writing–and not writing–that I’ve been in the last few years, I’ve heard the Spirit’s whispers, and they are telling me I am good enough.
So, I will write.
My invitation to you is here: pour a cup of coffee and step into my stories as I write them.
My hope is that you will find some of yours along the way.