Good Friday morning!
I am once again joining up with Kate and the Five Minute Friday crew. In case you’re new, the way it works is that we get a word, set a time for five minutes and see what happens…
So, here we go!
So many people feel that being a writer is another form of being a dreamer…
That it isn’t a real job. As a writer I have come to the conclusion that maybe they are right. My neighbor Leo cannot walk in to a hospital and just be a surgeon. My friend Bree cannot walk into a tax center and simply be a CPA. Those are jobs that they would train for and educate in, to become certified. Let’s consider a painter… They paint because they love it, it is something that courses richly through their veins and they know that they are their best selves when they are doing this thing they feel they were created to do. That is the heart, the soul and sometimes the curse of being an artist. It isn’t a career, it is a lifeblood all its own. There are jobs in the writing field, but being a writer in and of itself is not a job.
I’ve been soul-searching a lot lately, about writing… About career paths merging with dreams and where I am to be found in the midst of such things. Whenever stress and inner turmoil bubble forth, my anxiety will pulse inside and often that familiar sense of panic swells to the surface. It is all rather timely since my mantra for this year is Let Go. (coincidence? Doubtful)
Let go, Misty, of the scarcity mentality. Let go of the fears and the questions, and insecurities about your path/purpose.
For me, being a writer is not at all like being a dreamer, but my writing does involve dreaming bold. And sometimes i search frantically for something to ease the rising inner tension before my soul spills all over the place, and this moment is when the clarity of it reveals itself.
I don’t have to do it all at once. I can’t. I shouldn’t. I don’t have to know how this tale unfolds, I just have to live it with each click/clack of the keys, because that is when I know I am my best. When it comes time for a break, a breather, a boundaried-space for a step back and fresh start, I simply slide my right pinky over and click it-
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