Enter the Dame

Hi, I’m Carol.

1: a woman of rank, station, or authority; 2. an elderly or mature woman

Right above this is a photo of me in Paris in 2013. Right now, it’s 11:29 on a Wednesday and I’m trying to figure out what kind of brilliant thing I can put out into the universe before it’s time to go to lunch in less than 15 minutes. I’m making a commitment to write today. I’m making a commitment to write EVERY day from now until I cannot write anymore. I’ve always loved writing and I don’t do it nearly as much as as I used to when I was younger. I teach writing on the daily with my students, and somehow, I don’t get past writing scribbles into my notebook when I have the chance to catch my breath from the business of the day. So here I am, typing this to you right now, hoping that maybe the Eiffel Tower up there will make me look interesting enough to continue reading.

I’m Carol. I’m 29 years old. That scares the hell out of me. I love the number 11, so I thought I’d like being 29 since 2 + 9= 11, but it turns out, 29 is closer to 30 than it is to 11, so bits and pieces of me freak out when I remember how old I am. I told my husband (the dude) yesterday that I’d like to celebrate my 29th birthday for the second time this November, but then I remembered I’d be giving up my Flirty Thirty birthday, which let’s be honest, I’ve been waiting for my age to rhyme with the word “Flirty” for I don’t know, about 30 years now (Just kidding, more like 10 years).

I’m officially a teacher by day, but I find that my teaching identity permeates almost all aspects of my life and the way I interact with others. I made a Carol map the other day. It had a bunch of arrows stemming from my name of all the parts of my life that I value. It had Theatre, Writing, Music, Faith, Teaching, Running, Dancing, Friendships, and of course, Love. I found that day that the thing I spend the least amount of time with is Writing. So here I am.

I’m fairly certain I’ve tried this before–to write every day. Something about this time feels different. It feels like I’m actually going to follow through with this promise to myself unlike all the different dieting plans that I’ve flirted with over the years. And I feel like I have things to write about that I’m excited about. I’ve got the best dog in the world. I have the best husband in the world. I live a life full of beautiful moments. And I gotta hand it to the dramatic moments–they can be entertaining even when they are absurd. So cheers to keeping promises to ourselves. Hope you make one and keep one today too.

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