I Was Told I Couldn’t Write.
A day came that I was told that I wasn’t an effective writer.
Those few words ripped me open. I felt like an American Idol contestant who sang her heart out only for Simon Cowell to cruelly say, “get a new life.”
I walked around like a zombie for a few months afterwards. I questioned my ability to reach people. As an empath, I found it impossible to believe that I couldn’t provide an evocative message.
I momentarily became concerned that my very purpose in life was a lie.
I have always felt that writing was my way to connect emotionally and positively with the world. I wondered whether writing was not the proper vehicle for me to do that.
The Hell No Moment.
I nursed my wounds for a while. I reassessed my talent. And, I evaluated the source.
In the end, I realized the problem stemmed from the source and not from my writing. And, with that clobbering realization, my soul screamed HELL NO.
I am a Writer.
I didn’t wake up at 40 and decide I wanted to write. I started writing at ten years old because it was my passion. That has never changed.
Then I remembered that there was an American Idol contestant who was turned away…only to return and grab a golden ticket during a different season.
I Want My Golden Ticket.
The only way to get that ticket and appear on the main stage is to KEEP WRITING. So I started this blog to help empower and inspire others.
Yesterday afternoon a friend sent me a message to let me know she forwarded one of my blogs to a friend. Her friend asked her to tell me the post touched her and changed her.
Words have power. They carry weight. If I positively impact one person, it is tangible proof that I definitely can write and, more than that, that I SHOULD.
The Inspiration Room.
Yesterday, I found myself in a conference room named the Inspiration Room. I thought THIS is where I want to LIVE. I can do that by continuing to blog.
I am literally setting up camp in a virtual inspiration room.
PLEASE find your inspiration room and let no one chase you from it.
Turning a Negative into a Positive.
Finally, growth is often borne of pain. My lack of confidence, spurred on by a comment, motivated me to create this blog and write MORE.
If you have a dream, don’t let it escape like helium from a balloon. Plug the hole and let the balloon soar through the sky.