Thursday, July 14, 2011

A New Identity {Simple moments, Bigger Picture}


Writing
I toss and turn a fitful sleep. Words swirling and spinning in my head. Starts of stories, snippets of poems, thoughts and to do lists. I feel the hard cement floor beneath my shoulders and hips and feel the dank, cool, wet air. I’m taking it all in trying to remember the words in my head as the tumble and spill over one another. They are just a raging sea of words looking for an outlet and outlet that they can’t find in the dark powerless night with no keyboards, no lights to illuminate a page. They are just a sea of words crashing into the rocks of my skull.

The winds blew in on Monday and left havoc in their wake. Hundred year old trees were snapped like toothpicks. Power lines littered the streets like streamers sprayed from a can. We were left without power for 3 days. For 3 days I wrote almost nothing.

It can be hard to shed the identity of your youth, to accept changes in the fabric that is you. I was a scientist, a geek, not a writer. I was crafty, and artsy, but I was not a writer. Writerly friends would laugh as they edited my pages again and again.

Motherhood changes you.

It takes that fabric that was you and it twists it up, tears it apart, rearranges it into this new garment called motherhood. Motherhood has made me a writer, though I still bristle at saying those words aloud. Wait for the taunting barbs, the stifled laughs, the feeling like a fraud. But if an artist is someone who creates art than a writer is someone who creates words.

I create words.

They may not be in the right order, they may not be amazing or clean or literary, but they are my words. I have a need to spill them out, a need I can no longer deny. For even if no another soul reads my words, I need to get them out. If for nothing else to calm the waters and stop the crashing in my skull.

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5 comments:

Jade @ Tasting Grace said...

The words "I am a writer" can be some of the hardest ones to own. I've been to writers' conferences where a whole room full of writers, some published, some not, admitted to feeling like frauds. So you are not alone.

Don't quiet your voice, my friend. Speak, and we shall listen.

Brooke said...

YES! I feel the wave of words swirling around all the time.... yet, I really struggle with getting them out. You do it so well.... keep it up. You are, indeed, a writer, my friend!

Robin said...

motherhood changes every aspect of us, and I too had no idea writing would be one of them. :-) I love coming to your space to read!

Lenae said...

You know what surprised me about this post? Hearing that writing isn't something you've been doing since forever. You're right -- it's amazing, really, how becoming a parent will transform you. That first small being comes into this world and suddenly: you have new eyes to see, a new heart to feel, and all around you is fresh and different.

You create words, and I love them. Keep 'em coming :)

K. Oh said...

I don't usually call myself a writer and I have a degree that says I can...What matters are putting your words out there, and you do that. You create amazing and beautiful, poetic images with your words. I say that makes you a writer. :)

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