Five Miniutes. Go.
My life keeps coming back around to writing… I try to suppress my need to write, and then back to the top it floats– not forcefully, but organically, like my subconscious cannot subdue it.
When I was in 5th grade, I wrote a children’s book. Well, actually I wrote down a bedtime story my grandfather would tell us, “Tales of the Cherry People” . I still have dreams of publishing that book. Maybe, one day. As my life expanded and my mind matured, writing became my escape; filling journal after journal of dreams, of hopes, of sorrows, and occasionally stories of middle school love– lost. found. and. then. lost. again.
When I became a teacher, my dream was to have a bright classroom, with high ceilings and open windows full of little second graders, but somehow I landed a position in a middle school as a “writing teacher”. I was able to hone the craft of reading and of writing by teaching little budding minds how to translate their thoughts to words. When I saw those words come together and pride swell in their being, I knew writing was not simply ink slapped on paper with periods and spaces, but truly a collision of heart and mind.
When I started my journey at home, time for writing vanished, replaced with play dates and peanut butter and wiping behinds– but today, I sit here, as a mother, with toys under my feet and crumbs beneath my laptop, writing. It has seemed to surface once again, this habit of mine. Writing allows my soul to spill itself–to overflow into something tangible that I can reflect and think and act upon. It is my nugget of solace in the midst of my chaos. It’s my opportunity to take the “blunders” and ponder the “wonders”.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Is there anything that keeps surfacing in your life?! Don’t ignore it, embrace it and then run.
Today I am linked up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday.