We look to others to name us as writers. Are we any good? Do we have a big fan base on social media? Are we published, famous, bestselling? We believe when we arrive at one of these landmark stops, we will be a bonafide. Writing becomes a destination that is either filled with applause at the end, or it is nothing at all. However, as long as we look to others for approval, we will never find our voice.
My daughter was having a bad day. Rainy weather interrupted her soccer game. Her brother snubbed her by choosing his buddies over hanging out with her. Our well-intentioned toddler decided to help “organize” her room by pulling everything off her shelves. She was late for her flute lesson. To add insult to injury, the family was headed to an event where there would be lots of adults and little kids, but no one her age. The compounding effect of these little annoyances grew into honest frustration that bordered on anger. These emotions placed her on the precipice of a decision. How would she respond?
Still, well into adulthood, I find myself just wanting to fit in. It’s not in the same way as it was in high school of course. I’m not hoping to be invited to the right party or pretending to smoke a cigarette or claiming my drink in my plastic cup isn’t water. This was how I “fit in” as a teen. Today, I want to fit in with a life that follows the appropriate succession of events.
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