Quiet. Reserved. Never causing any trouble.
Yes, that’s how I would have been described as a young girl.
But deep within me there were stories to tell.
Certainly I wouldn’t share them – constant moves, grasshoppers on Sunday dresses.
No, you could count on it that I wouldn’t share.
Those marvelous tales of firework grandeur on a Kansas City back yard
with beloved grandparents
would be kept hidden along side
the tales of my mom’s polio and the doctor’s surprising visit
to our small home.
Three young children getting shots that night
to protect us from the dreaded disease.
Scribbles in my spiral notebook would be kept from all eyes but mine.
I experienced pain and loss, embarrassment and disappointment
and suddenly I realized that maybe
my simple story would encourage another on life’s journey.
So I typed out my story on an old electric typewriter
and mailed it to a magazine who was accepting submissions.
Never thought about it again.
Even my English teacher from college knew that I couldn’t write well.
But that didn’t matter.
No, it was as if in the writing of my experience
I began to discover my own voice.
My shyness fell away
and suddenly I could talk. Yes, I could talk.
Freedom. Release. Exhilaration.
I’ll never forget that day I received an acceptance letter for that story
along with a small check.
Suddenly it hit me.
I’m a writer. A real writer.
But it wasn’t until long after when that simple experience was published
and I received letters and notes of gratitude from others
who had been helped by my telling it
that I realized
that this was something I could do.
I could write my story and not only connect with others
but even more than that.
Others could be encouraged and strengthened too.
Others could celebrate with me God’s goodness and purpose.
Others could see a light that would help them find their way
through a dark, sometimes, difficult journey.
Writing can open doors that were thought long closed.
Writing can give voice to thoughts and experiences.
Writing can enable one to leave a legacy for the future.
Writing can be
a way to make sense of broken pieces. A healing place.
Writing can be the most important thing you ever do.
I’d love to have you join me
Write Your Story- Discover Your Strengths
September 4-October 9
6 60 minute classes
Simple tools that will show you how to begin writing
a piece or all of your life story.
Contact me for more information at firstname.lastname@example.org