A month ago, I sang duets each morning with Mandisa as her voice boomed in my bathroom while I curled my hair.
Today, I was too busy brainstorming ideas for future slices to notice any of her words.
A month ago, I was a careful driver, mindful of every twist and turn I needed to make on my way to sub at a new school.
Today, I nearly missed my exit because I was lost in contemplation of the lessons I have learned from daily slicing,
how this challenge has changed me, and how I want it to keep changing me.
A month ago, I thought blogging was an individual, isolated hobby.
Today, I smile at how wrong I was, having experienced first hand the support, camaraderie, and even friendship that
abounds in this wonderful community of writers.
A month ago, I was terrified to click "publish" on my first blog post.
Today, hints of fear still resurface, but I now know that it's okay to be afraid, as long as it doesn't keep me from
trying.
A month ago, I thought that only people who led interesting lives wrote intriguing slices.
Today, I recognize that the best writers can transform even the most mundane, menial event into a beautiful,
descriptive, thought-provoking "slice of life."
A month ago, "surfing the web" in my spare time meant perusing Facebook and Pinterest.
Today, I find myself less interested in DIY crafts and more engrossed in exploring the writing craft of other slicers.
A month ago, "writers block" was an excuse not to write.
Today, it is an opportunity to persist.
A month ago, 31 days of consecutive writing seemed like a daunting, even insurmountable, task.
Today, it is an accomplishment I'm proud of.
