The Pleasure Train 02/15/2012
It's not always easy for me to write. Especially as of late.
I think about sitting and writing at least five times a day. I think about what lessons I've learned that I could I share with you all. I think about what I've been struggling with. I think about what complaints or celebrations I have that I'd like to put out into the world.
But actually moving from whatever space I am in to come here, to sit down and then produce words - I struggle.
I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I have a journal of my "recipes" and notes from when I was 8 or so. When I was in the 5th grade I had a poem published in a book.
You'd think that writing would come natural to me. As natural as the ideas I have for what to write about. But still I struggle.
I talk myself out of making the time to write because "my ideas are worthy enough. My thoughts won't be perceived as valuable by you. There are already so many GREAT writers out there - the world doesn't need one more mediocre one."
I promise I'm not throwing myself a pity party over here. Although now that these words are in front of me and out of my head, it does kind of feel that way.
I know I'm not alone. I know there are hundreds, if not thousands of you sitting out there saying similar things about your talents. Well, I'm tired of it.
My writing is aching inside of me, begging to come out. I hear it's yearning constantly - largely when I choose to ignore it.
What dreams, desires, gifts do you have that are asking to be expressed that you are denying? How much longer are you going to deprive yourself of this pleasure? I'm quitting today and hopping on the pleasure train.
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