True to my word, I'm recounting one of my Writes from my work in Writing the Mind Alive: The Proprioceptive Method for Finding Your Authentic Voice. I wrote this last summer as I was contemplating the end of school and the beginning of ____. That blank is the reason I wanted to write.
To give you a little background on the proprioceptive writing process, it's a bit like free writing. First, you start with a ritual: lighting a candle and playing baroque music. You write for about 25 minutes, never stopping, never editing (please remember that as you read my Write below!). The idea is to delve into your authentic self, and one of the strategies is to ask yourself (and write about it), "What do I mean by ____?" when you use a word that has a particularly charged meaning. So as you're reading my Write, you'll see a few places where I do explore a certain idea.
What comes about is something authentic and powerful (and vulnerable). That's what I wanted to share with you.
End of school - it's tomorrow, and I can't quite seem to comprehend. What do I mean by comprehend? Intellectually, I know it's the end of school, but it doesn't feel like the end of school. Does it have to feel that way? I think it does because it allows me to get used to the idea of transition. Maybe I'm afraid of the end of school. Why? Because I don't exactly know what life is going to be like this summer. Summer is always questionable anyway with the lack of schedule and the girls running around. I wonder if there's some sort of expectation for the summer like: am I supposed to have it all figured out by the end of summer? What do I mean by it? What my passion is, what I want to spend my time on, what I want my life to be like.
I think there's also the fear of just rambling around, not really doing anything or committing to anything. What do I mean by committing? Setting - stating out loud - my purpose and my plans. Maybe because it makes me more respectable. People, or even myself, aren't looking at me like, "What does she do?" I don't think my fear is of never finding my purpose; that doesn't feel like a problem or issue. It's the whole wanting-to-find-it-now thing. I want to be doing right now what I'm meant to be doing.
But what if what I'm meant to be doing is exactly this: figuring it out, stumbling a bit, researching? And why does it have to be stumbling? It doesn't have to be perfect, but yet I feel I'm doing something wrong or not quite right. And for the most part, I do believe I'll get there, even through this stumbling, not-rightness.
Maybe I'm feeling very uncomfortable, which is where the stumbling comes in. I'm on unfamiliar ground, and I don't know the way. What do I mean by the way? That there's a path (pre-ordained) I'm meant to find and follow. Sometimes I feel that it's a mystery with clues just right under my nose, just waiting for me to solve it.
That makes me think that I expect too much of myself - that I must figure out it all our or I'm not - what? Worthy? Smart? Purposeful?
Do I know what I want? Yes, I think with certainty. Okay, so what is it? That's harder to answer. Why? Am I afraid of admitting what I want? Am I afraid of opening up to my own dreams - because they might get crushed or I might never realize them? Possibly. I don't think that I'm afraid of success, afraid of my dreams coming true; I think it's more about afraid they won't.
So what if they don't come true? Have I failed? Am I left a worthless lump? I don't think so. I can't help but think that a failed dream is part of the journey to another, bigger, better dream.
So, I'm allowed to fail. I'm allowed to open up - even to myself - and I'm allowed to be vulnerable.
So, what do I want? I'm opening my mind up to the possibilities - no judgments - what do I want?
- Peace, like now, to write, to create, to dream, to develop
- To have the space in my life to pursue my dreams - whatever they may be
- To become one with the earth, ancient things, cycles, life
- To become the best me I can be
- To be connected - to the earth, to people
- To have joy
- To feel - deeply and intensely
Funny how none of the above seems rooted in every day, materialistic life. There's no mention of scads of money, or traveling, or diamonds, or things. Interesting. Although one could say that a material life could enable these things, like having space in my life.
Maybe these are the things I want - NOW - because all my actions are leading me to those things. In other words, once I achieve some or all of these things, that list may change. And is that all right? Yes!! Although I think that was my problem. I think I thought I had to have my list of wants - this list had to be valid for now and forever - know what they were, and then work toward them for the rest of my life.
What if these wants are just the here and now, or the summer, or six months, or a year? Maybe I achieve some of them, all of them, or none of them. Then maybe it's time to want other things, and move on.
Am I okay with these being temporary? Pretty sure. Some of these things seem like they should be permanent things, but I'm okay with them just being. Just being for now.
(Thoughts from the writer: While I wouldn't publish this (well, besides on my blog) with the whole "What do I mean by ___?" the ensuing thoughts add a lot to the piece.)
I shared this Write for a few reasons. First, I thought it was a great example of how many of us feel embarking on a new journey, especially those of us who have perfection issues.
Also, I think this is a great testament to the power of writing. Look at the stream of consciousness and the thought process I went through. By the end of this Write, I felt at peace and as if I had figured out something.
Finally, I wanted to show the process of writing. This isn't a finished product by any means. It's one way to write, and if I truly did want to do something more with it, I would polish, refine, rewrite, edit, cut, add, edit, rewrite. There are pieces that I like from it, words and phrases and whole chunks I used, that I could use somewhere, in something else, but I doubt I would ever use this in its entirety; it is a little too rambling and too many ideas are presented.
There are so many things I want to ask: What do you think about this as a writing process? What do you think about the Write in terms of journeys, perfection, finding out what you want? Anything else you want to say about it?
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