hi friends,
happy sunday. i write to you this evening from my cozy little apartment in my cozy little town. i'm getting really wild and staying up past 10:30 pm because we have a two hour delay tomorrow. (thanks, ohio!) i wanted to share an idea with you all. wherever you are. however i know you. however you know me. you're here. you're reading my words. reading my story. thank you. before i share this wild and crazy idea of mine i want to tell you something about myself. when i was young i knew exactly what i wanted to be when i grew up. you can ask my elementary school art teacher mrs. f and she'll tell you: laura dewire aspired to be an art teacher. she aspired to be an artist. now, this wouldn't have necessarily been an issue except for one thing: i am a terrible artist. no, let me rephrase: i suck at art. i know that's not supposed to be a "thing" because we're all artists and the world is our canvas or whatever but i promise you if you were to take a peek at some of my "bridal designs" created circa 1999 you would agree wholeheartedly: i suck at art. oh but how tenacious i was despite my complete and utter lack of talent! i grew a little and in middle school i was was given a writing assignment: a biography about a person of our choosing. beyonce wasn't huge with the private school i attended so i chose my second favorite human: prince william. i poured my soul into that assignment and guess what!? my teacher liked it! it was at that moment as i stared at the happy notes and smiley faces on my work that i realized: perhaps this lined paper was my canvas and my mechanical pencil was my paint brush. i wasn't an artist with colors or brush strokes but my words created something beautiful. something people wanted to read. something people liked to read. fast forward to college and my love of prose hadn't dwindled in the slightest. in retrospect it has remained one of my constant passions and truest loves (right up there with my love of fried pickles and white wine). as i began writing for the school newspaper and entering a few small writing contests i began realizing people resonated with my words because they were relatable. so much so that when i began my student teaching in the spring of 2014 i started a blog. my intention for the blog was to have it be a living documentation of my experiences in first grade that my loved ones could access wherever they were in the world. what i learned was that it was reaching people far beyond my family and friends. this dumbfounded me based on the simple fact that most of my posts contained silly meaningless accounts of my days. there was nothing particularly dignified or polished about the life i was living. ah, but that was the very appeal. nobody likes perfect. perfect is boring. and so i continued writing about the accounts of my imperfectly perfect life. the struggles of leaving college friends and familiarities behind. the frustration and pain of rejection when looking for a job. the joy you feel seeing your friends get married and create new life. the fear you feel when your world is turned upside down by the word "cancer." the grace and beauty that can occur on any given day in any given place. my story. my human story. making people i don't even know smile. what a blessing. what a gift. jump back to my present idea. what if i took these accounts. these simple ordinary accounts of my day to day struggles and triumphs and put them into a story? my story. what if i invited people all around the world to have tea with miss d? what if they came? what if they purchased a book, my book, and sat down to share a moment with me? is it crazy? am i crazy? there is nothing i have done to deserve the right to share this with people but there hasn't been anything i've done to keep me from doing it either. so i here i am. researching publishers and book agents and figuring out if my crazy idea could take off. regardless of whether or not that happens i wanted to share this with you because you. yes you, whoever you are, have become intricately woven into my story. and i am ever so grateful. i hope i can write a book. i do. but more than that i hope reading this story, my story, makes you happy. i'll be sure to keep you posted. xo, ld
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