Where do I even Start?

I have a three-page list of all the things I could write about, yet here I am, overwhelmed and struggling to start.

Since I decided to share via this newsletter, all the things I wanted to talk about have come flowing out of me. Thoughts arise whilst I'm driving, doing the shopping or trying to sleep. It's like they've all been pushed down and now they're bubbling up, desperate for their chance in the spotlight.

Where do I start? How do you begin to share six years of home education, six years of complete change, building a new life and a new way of living. How do you share what its like to recover from years of unknowing and anxiety, grieving what might have been and accepting what is? Where do you begin with sharing your story?

Do I start at the beginning? But what is the beginning? When did this journey start? Does it start on the day I decided to take my children out of school? Or does it start the day my eldest walked into school for the first time? Or does it start before then, back when I was a little girl at school myself?

What part of my story is going to be the most useful for you to hear?

I've decided there is no "right" place to start. There's just starting and so here we are.

The story isn't linear and learning is never a straight line trajectory, you circle back, you deep dive, you drop things and pick them up again. Growth is messy. Home education taught me that.

So I'm going to share what's alive for me when it's alive for me. Sometimes that will be a story from six years ago. Sometimes it will be something that happened this morning. Sometimes it will be a realisation about my own childhood that suddenly makes sense now.

If you're here, you probably know what this feels like. The thoughts that won't stop coming. The stories bubbling inside you that you'd love to tell. The realisation that you've been holding so much in, and now it's all rushing out at once.

You don't have to have it figured out. You just have to start.

Your turn.