Recently, I visited Sarah Heden’s blog and read her pensive words, so timely for my personal experience as a writer aspiring to publish:
“The process of creating, whether it be art, music, poetry, or story, requires a certain amount of bravery. Bravery to look yourself in the eye and acknowledge the weakest parts of yourself. But also the courage to understand that from those weakest parts stems the power to create something that will truly leave your personal mark on the world. Because there is, and will always be, only one you!”
Her words took my breath away. Although I extracted this paragraph from the post’s mid-section, she begins the piece by explaining how she deals with insecurity over her writing,
“Mine is writing the sentence that everyone will remember, the story everyone will love, the commentary that makes everyone laugh.”
I related with Sarah’s vivid descriptions explaining the essential role that vulnerability in writing requires. I well understand those icky feelings when I expose my underbelly in hopes that someone will relate to my honest renditions and mushy sentiments. So I replied to Sarah’s post with the following,
“I enjoyed your honesty and share your sentiments. Writing rewards me with an abundance of processing opportunities and yet sharing something so personal always evokes an initial insecurity in me. Thank you for forming my feelings into words I could read. You possess a gift honed through hard work!”
Entering this world of blogging is merely a recent expression of writing for me. For over thirty years, writing has rewarded me with an abundance of processing opportunities that filled journals now stacked in a large filing cabinet.
A trusty, lifelong friend, writing provided the means to release what would surely have caused me to go crazy. This practice helped guide me into self-discovery and the pursuit of destiny. Writing planted seeds of hope into the soil of my heart when growing seemed impossible due to the surrounding darkness.
I am forever grateful for this trusty friend, writing, and for those, like Sarah, who possess her splendor. Those willing to risk self-esteem so others can benefit. These gifted wordsmiths are truly gardeners of the soul.