For as long as I can remember, I have been writing in some shape or form. I am the first to admit that I am no Hemingway, but it’s always been something I’ve just done. I can’t tell you why or what it even is that makes me do it. Sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I hate it so much that I want to scratch out my own eyeballs with a spoon. But then I do it anyway.
It all started with a poem I wrote in 4th class. At the time I thought it was the best thing I’d ever crafted. It may well have been the first time I felt like I was truly creative. Exercise books were filled with words on family vacations and summer holidays. Like all other dreamy girls, I penned poetry in university and thought I was pretty good because my mum told me so. I will spare you my Sylvia Plath worshipping poetry for now but I will profess this…
While I was spending afternoons scribbling away by the pool while I should have been writing essays, I never imagined that I would actually be writing a real book some day. I never imagined that the kid who wrote the poem simply titled “Pink” would be given the opportunity to write real words in a published book. It really compels me to wonder about all those other dreams I have…perhaps they aren’t as out of reach as I have convinced myself they are.
And as I sit here pondering my next sentences, I really just want to sleep. But of course, my mind won’t let me and I question why I even write these things here. I write them to remember. I write them to remember this moment in time when I was unsure of myself, was totally terrified of screwing up, and was unaware of what was to come next. Because if I remember the uncertainty and terror, it will get me through to the next part. And the next part is where I learn to smile with courage.
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you are also writing this to remind other people that their dreams may not be as out of reach as they convinced themselves they are. thank you!
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Did you take that picture? Its GORGEOUS!
:) it is exciting when dreams manifest – congratulations. i’m glad you do write.
It’s comforting to know that we all struggle with the same things at some point in our lives. The fears, the dreams, the tenacity it takes to just go on a live them. Thank you for sharing. It’s a release for all of us, the ones who share and the ones who learn. Happy Day.
Petra.. :)
Christine, yes I did. Thanks!
your post is beautifully written, and I definitely agree with your last paragraph. that’s the exact reason of why I always write :)
So many of these words are my own thoughts that have been beautifully articulated by you. Fantastic post. I’m sure there are many who can share your sentiments here. And it is the feelings you will raise in your followers that shows exactly why you are writing and that you are indeed your own version of Sylvia.
Love this. It inspires those of us who are also scared and reaching for their dreams and excited and terrified and wondering where the future will take us.
you are wise to accept the calling of your heart…
as Hem said…”All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
beautiful post..
love the Underwood~
I just got goosebumps…..love this:)