Writing is such a powerful thing. It is something I love with all my heart. It is also something that I have become reluctant to do. I'm not sure if it is fear of failure. I was an avid writer till I lost my teaching job a few years ago. It seems that I lost a lot more at that time. I have been feeling that loss very poignantly lately. There is an empty place in my soul, a place usually filled by words.
A forced vacation has given me the chance to see a new possibility. I can accept that hole or I can refuse and seize on to the opportunity. I've never been a quitter, at least not a long term one. So this is my choice: A new beginning. I am allowing myself to write and fail or write and succeed. Actually, the very act means success.
Roads have always been symbolic of choice, whether Robert Frost's Road not Taken, or Bilbo's road that goes ever, ever on. I have chosen my road and the first step is now.
Nice!! I am going to send you a present here in a couple days...something that inspired me.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mand, I appreciate it.
DeleteI love writing. It now pays bills. It gives me a release. A place I feel I can release my feelings. I wish you well in your writing adventure!
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