Please allow me to share an allegorical anecdote, a personification really, about my relationship with Writing.
Me, better known as Disenchantment was introduced to Writing. However, Rebellion and Disappointment quickly butted in, blurting out a never-ending amount of interruptions. Poor Writing couldn’t get a word in edge wise. So Writing, being ever so polite, stepped aside and left Disenchantment alone. Every once in awhile, Writing would return to befriend Disenchantment, but Writing would be dismissed as a worthless acquaintance. But if truth be told, Disenchantment was fearful, and secretly thought Writing to be her enemy. Until, one day Disenchantment listened to the voice of Reason. Reason was cheered on by the encouraging cries from Hope. Expectation couldn’t his stifle his roaring excitement either. And Grace was jumping up and down making a huge spectacle of herself. Disenchantment could no longer ignore their beckoning calls, she embraced Writing, and her life is forever changed.
The above tale although cute, is very real. I spent many decades of my life trapped in a cycle. I longed to head in a straight line, to get beyond the point that inevitably turned me backwards. I looked like I was progressing, but I was going no where fast. Writing became the driving force that propelled me forward. Yet, “me being me” fought the idea for years - I rebelled.
However, once I yielded, writing became a cathartic friend. Now, I look forward to spending time lost in conversation with my best friend. Writing allows me to speak frankly, it does not judge me. It doesn’t rush me or demand attention. And during the times I can’t figure out what I am trying to say, Writing waits patiently for me to speak. My writing process is as equally overwhelming as it is liberating. Sometimes I get lost in the multitude of words; it is an endless sea of choices that engulf me, almost drowning me. Other times, words become my life preservers; I am able to float peacefully among them. Writing is my breath of fresh air, an expression that permits me to soar to heights unknown, to see sights unseen, and to experience feelings yet to be explored. Always waiting to greet me, and with arms opened wide, Writing has become my ever faithful, constant companion in life. #Ilovewriting #writersheart #writingprocess