That’s it! I’m done waiting. Now, I must acknowledge the dream of an eloquently written, grandiose, step by step journey into this creative wonderland has died. But, something a bit deeper and more truthful is rising from the decay.
I studied creative writing in college and I’ve had a knack of being able to, at certain times, view my life through the lens of an author. That is to say, when I’m waist deep in my own muck and not getting anywhere, I can push back the scope and obtain an overview. I can look at where I’m at, then ask, “Now, if I wrote a character into this position, WHAT would she do next?”
That character’s first reactions are bolder, wiser and more empowered than what I would do normally. But, I must follow her into the ferocious territories of action, for she wields both the battle axe and cry. She clears the path as I follow with shield and pen. I witness and I write.
You just briefly met the archetypal warrior me, the “I’m no %#*^&# damsel in distress” me, the “Let’s get this $#^% done!” me. She is the facet of me that is determined, focused, and ruthless. She is quite impatient and more than a bit vulgar! Nose to the grindstone, she is the one that tugs me away from the t.v., stops my incessant scrolling on the computer, yanks me from my well worn seat, and pulls my head from the clouds. This may be an odd way to view one’s self, but it seems to rattle me from my own stillness. I do hope some of you can relate.
Actually, every time you read a blog rather than a quick facebook post, you meet her. And, I just realized, every time I write it, I meet her too! Though I only catch glimpses of that version of myself, I am both a little scared of and in love with her fierceness!
Before coming to the keyboard today, I asked myself, “WHAT would she do next?” The immediate answer was, “She would write the $@#%^# blog post!”