One of my realizations after the seminar blew open my inner world, is that I need to acknowledge, not tamp down my passions. Ignoring them is why I’ve been unhappy with myself and my choices in life.
Several years ago (almost 10), a woman I met through my blog and adoption agency asked me if I ever thought about writing a book. I kind of laughed and said, “no” with some discomfort, after all, who wants to read about my rants through infertility and adoption? There are so many other real writers out there that say it better than me. Therapist #1 looked at me once and said, “You need to write a book about this” when discussing my family situation (narcissist, adoption, etc). That’s when I really started to think, oh, maybe I have something to share. The seed was planted.
I’ve been thinking more seriously about it as I shifted my priorities to work less and do more of the things I love. As I reflect on the past several years, I have several ideas and thoughts, all of the memoir variety. After witnessing for myself the power I possess to affect an entire room of people, including those who have “seen it all”; blowing my mind, blowing SG’s mind, blowing S’s mind, blowing my supervisor and superior’s mind with my energy and enthusiasm, I realize...
I have something to say. I have stories to share. I’m afraid to do it, but I have a voice and courage to use it. I will surround myself with the people who will support me through my attempts to connect to a broader audience.
I’m a writer.
Fellow writers, where do I START?