I have been pushing off my destiny for years.
I have been afraid of it – afraid of the walls that could close in on me if I ever drew a line around me – that I would somehow end up with wobbly ink straightening out to form a box that would snap shut and slowly compress me down to a shape I would resent.
I avoided my destiny because my seventh grade English teacher told me it was mine and she also criticized my hastily penned assignments and told me to take things seriously.
I didn’t learn the rules well so I thought I couldn’t play.
My commas don’t go in the correct places and my sentences run ahead of me almost as fast as the thoughts that spin through my ever-churning brain. My words read the way I think I say them: randomly strung together, coming off as less intelligent and definitely uneducated. I am a high school drop-out. We don’t become writers.
Lately, all I’ve been doing is thinking in text and I’m stuck with all these thoughts and ideas and words strung together and I have a burning desire to let it out all the time.
Writers are writers because they write.
Maybe I won’t get paid and maybe no one will ever recognize me as a writer but if I write; I am a writer.
I sit and I write and I don’t know what I will write before I write it.
There’s beauty in that.
Sometimes it is brutal and raw and makes me gasp when I read it back. Sometimes I surprise myself with something profound. Always I know that whatever it is I have written may be read and it fills me with a sort of excited dread that maybe someone out there will peer into my soul and see me.
When you see me, know that it is my destiny to be seen in this way…it is my destiny to rip my heart out for you to devour…it is my destiny to write and have my words soar out into the abyss for your amusement…your shame…your utter misunderstanding.
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Don’t assume your writing will be misunderstood. And when it is, take heart in the knowledge that people recognize fractured pieces of themselves in it and therefore find their own interpretation. It’s the blessing and burden of gifted writers.
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Thank you for your comment and your perspective. I had not thought of it in that way.