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My Spectacular Failure



It's been months and months since I've blogged. I wish I knew the reason why. I wish I could tell a story to explain. I don't and I can't. Today, I felt the pull to return so here I am blogging again. 


Even though I don't know why I stopped, I can share how it feels to be back. I feel refreshed. This feels new again and I am excited to return. Officially, I am declaring my return to blogging after this failure. 

My notebook is named "Spectacular Failure" from a quote by Ransom Riggs..."If you must fail, fail spectacularly!" I've always believed in failure. This is the place where learning takes place. My students and I talk about it. It's something I value...but is it something I live? I've been reflecting on that a lot lately and I've come to the conclusion that in my life, I haven't truly valued my failures! Instead, I try and hide them. NO MORE. This stops now. 


Leaving blogging for months has been a spectacular failure and now I'm digging into what I'm learning from it. It feels good to be back!
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  1. Welcome back, dear friend. I've so missed your voice. Who knows why we do what we do. We just do! And that's OK! Looking forward to sharing May together.

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  2. WEelcome back! Taking a break makes the return that much sweeter!

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  3. Delighted to read your words again, Michelle.
    Be kind to yourself. Everyone needs to take a break.

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  4. Yahoo - I've been looking for you and happy to see you here. You name your notebooks - you are so full of inspiration!

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  5. I'm so glad that you're back! Your post has encouraged me to spend some time thinking and writing about this topic. I've already jotted it down in my notebook! Thank you for inspiring me!

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  6. You call the absence form blogging "spectacular failure." I see it a bit as hibernation. Breaks are ok, even necessary, to gather energy. Awesome to have you back. I have missed you. I wonder: did you ever put your typewriter poetry into a collection, a little book?

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