The first post is the hardest, right?

The first post is the hardest, right?

Right?

I created this blog over a month ago, and the reason was two-fold.  I wanted to familiarize myself with blogging so that I could use it in the classroom with my middle school students, but I also wanted to use it to resurrect my own sad, neglected writing life.

My blog is called GodSmacked, and it's a little play on words. (How clever!  I love this blog already!  Honey, come look at this witty woman's words.  Oh, my~)  GodSmack is a riff on gobsmack, which means "to utterly astound."  Being gobsmacked is like being hit in the face with a fish.  I  feel that way on a regular basis.  The difference for me is that I think there's someone on the other end of the fish, holding it by the tail and smacking me right across the face with it.  Yup, I think it's God.  We all have different ideas of what God is, and let me clarify that this isn't a blog with a religious or spiritual bent.  It's just that I think that God keeps me in check by figuratively smacking me across the face with a fish, and it's almost a daily occurrence.  Some of those moments are pretty darn funny, and some are poignant and sobering.  Regardless, I think they are all moments of real clarity for me.

So, I'm hoping to share these moments here: these humbling moments that usually happen when I'm feeling pretty solid - almost cocky - about myself.  Let's just say, God can put a mean smackdown on a girl!

And away we go...