(Note: All images on this post will be decorative pictures of baby goats. Because.)
A few days ago, it was the one-year anniversary of my blog post “It’s Always Been Done That Way.”
A few days ago, it was the one-year anniversary of my blog post “It’s Always Been Done That Way.”
At the time, writing that piece and posting it in public, where people might see, was one of the scariest things I have ever done in my entire life.
Would I be completely skewered?
Would think-pieces be written and completely misrepresent what I said in favor of complaining about something else?
Twenty minutes after posting, a librarian I admire and who has like, three times the Twitter followers I do tweeted out the link. My initial response was shaking terror. I breathed through it, and realized that the exact type of shame I talked about in the post was the same shame that I was feeling right then.
So I tweeted about that, too.
So I tweeted about that, too.
And I continue to do scary things.
