Monday, July 1, 2024, 2:47 am
Thoughts on writing... and hiding
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I’ve been writing for myself for a while now. I have notebooks everywhere. Text files in random places on old computers. Phones.
And I’ve even shared some writing, albeit quasi-anonymously, in this space, and a previous one for a long, long time. As long as Clarissa has been alive. But I digress.
It’s been for me. A way of processing what’s going on in my life. In my head. Relationships. &c.
Has it been a benefit? In some ways. Sadly, it’s also been a record of how much I DON’T change when I fail to do it with intent.
But it was me. Genuine. Authentic. Me. My personal handshake with my shadow.
Five years ago, which is revealing itself to be a significant turning point in my life, I made some new friends. A community of like-minded souls. Brothers, even. All over the world. And I am grateful for them.
It turns out we need SOME accountability when we’re being stubborn and resisting—or worse, avoiding—change. I have no regrets with forging these new alliances.
Then, one day, I became aware of the compliments. Writing style.
Ooooh. What a rush of endorphins! Validation... who knew I needed it? This is clearly an unacknowledged shadow.
Next, encouragement to write more. And to share more.
So, I’ve become quite prolific. Writing more. Sharing more. She likes it! He likes it! Everyone wants more. MoRe! MOAR!!
Wait, she... hated it? Yuk? Really??
Well, what does she know? Seriously...
The writing is fun. I enjoy it, and the thought of one day being published is appealing.
Yet, I’ve strayed. And this was pointed out to me by a friend a few nights ago.
You see, some of the writing—this piece, for example—is still for me. Not all of it, however.
When a piece excites me, I can’t wait to share it. Reactions! Validation! MOAR!!
With great insight, this friend said that I’m hiding behind my writing.
She said that I’m pretty interesting. That she wants more. In person.
She said to, “Let go.”
Have you ever had the feeling that your entire house of cards was sucked into a whirling vortex? Same, once or twice, and it is always a profound experience.
I don’t know how to let go.
Next, is the replay of “This is your life!” Have I ever let go? Absolute utter surrender? No, I think I’d remember that...
Spotlights on Amy. On Clarissa. On so many ladies in my past. They knew. They hang around to see if I ever will, as the distance between us increases. How can they believe in me? Trust me?
And it’s finally revealed WHERE I was led astray. I’ve alluded to my past fascinations with these cool characters from a childhood of watching entirely too much television.
“You must control your emotions. They will be your undoing.” This doesn’t mean what I thought it meant. It only creates more shadows. More inauthenticity. More places to hide.
Let go.
Coincidentally, I had an epiphany about anger a few weeks ago. I, and I believe many, have a tendency to suppress anger. Because misdirected anger is scary. And we are all just grown-up children. Our guidance came from two-dimensional characters on screens.
This is not the way.
This is why we need ways to channel our emotions. Not just sweep them under a rug. Martial arts. Yoga. Exercise.
Power vs. force. Wow, all of my worlds are still colliding.
Let go.
We are all flawed. Beautifully flawed.
What draws us to each other is our brokenness. Vulnerability.
Now I see the moments of true connection. With Clarissa. With Amy. So many others.
And the distance. Amy even mentioned that, as a writer, I need to message less. And edit the messages less, that I’m editing the authenticity out of the messages in my quest for “the right words.”
Profound!
Let go.
Can I?
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Russ
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