The Truth About My Writing Journey
Those who write beautifully write from their heart
Giving life to words is an art form. Sharing and inspiring others, while at the same time crafting a masterpiece.
It’s a true gift to read a story that unfolds with layers and depth.
I see many writers on Medium who have gracefully accomplished this skill.
When I turn to those who write from their hearts, full of meaning and authenticity I fall in love with their words. People like Megan Llorente, Art Bram, Jen Wilking, The Sober Vegan Yogi and many more. I read their articles, and the personal stories they’re willing to share, and I feel honoured.
There’s no comparison, but admiration.
A feeling of respect for their ability to be open in their writing — beautifully sharing what they’ve overcome and how they’ve grown.
Often I’m brought to tears simply by reading their stories.
My hope is to one day reach such an inspiring level through words.
My writing journey
Some reading this might say I shouldn’t be so hard on myself — that I’ll get there. I want to say thank you. But I’m not being hard on myself.
I value where I am in my writing and understand it’s part of my process, especially when I look back at how far I’ve come.
But I know I’m currently a surface-level writer — touching only on the tippy-top of the iceberg. Often writing simply for the sake of writing.
Why is my writing surface-level only?
Truth be told, I’m freaking terrified!
- I’m terrified because at almost 43 I still don’t know who I am or maybe I do, I just don’t know I know who I am. Make sense?
- I’m terrified of the stories my inner critic Linda tells me.
- I’m afraid of what I might say and how people might judge me.
- I fear letting go.
- I’m afraid I’ll never find true and deep meaning in my life because I can’t let go.
The last one really stings.
Our words are powerful. I know. I wrote an article about it the other day.
I know I deserve better too. I want better.
There are days when I feel like I’m on the sidelines of my own life. And that’s ok, again this is the process I’m in now and where I get to work from. It’s part of my journey.
But this is also what’s reflected in my writing — a sideline/surface-level perspective.
Have you ever felt this way? What did you do to move forward?
What now?
Meaning in my words. This is what I’m hoping for now. To find a way to be vulnerable, to connect and share.
Even while writing this, I feel a battle within me: My inner critic vs. my true self.
My dream is to become a writer who writes from her heart and from her soul.
To write from love in hopes that it might inspire and help another human in some way.
To let down my guard and release what I know is inside me — the words, the beauty, the emotion, the depth. I want to surrender to the process.
I want to be vulnerable and hold another person’s hand on their journey.
“Vulnerability is not winning or losing; it’s having the courage to show up and be seen when we have no control over the outcome. Vulnerability is not weakness; it’s our greatest measure of courage.” — Brené Brown
This is where I’m at now. Discovering how I can be vulnerable without overwhelming my mind with self-judgement.
Reading the words of others on their journey is inspiring. It gives hope that one day I too might be courageous enough to write without fearing the outcome.
Key Message: Find writers who write from their hearts, whose words inspire you to discover who you truly are, while filling you up with hope and love.
Thank you for reading this article and for being a part of my journey.
