Several months ago, I worked with a writing coach. We were discussing my memoir and working to nail down the main theme. I'll get back to that in a minute. But first, I want to share something I discovered deep within my blog archives. Something I wrote in 2009: ..today, when people ask me “what do you do?” I want to crawl under a table. They want a quick definition and what I have for them is a bit longer… more like a book, an after school special, or maybe a series on Lifetime.
When people ask what we do, they really want to know who we are, and that can’t always be summed up in a resume, an elevator pitch, or a mission statement. The authentic me surfaces during spin class when I’m in “a zone” or when words bubble up from somewhere inside and I can’t get to pen, paper or my laptop fast enough. She’s in my laughter, my tears, the vulnerable side that I often protect… she’s in my clarity, my creativity and my strength. She is my heart, my soul… the part of me that transcends the boundaries of time and space.
I blog because it forces me to make a point… to find some purpose, some meaning behind my thoughts… to take my life experience and broaden the perspective so it’s relevant to you.
So I guess my point today and question for you is this… when you take away the labels… what’s left? That question can be terrifying. I used to think the answer was “Nothing… there’s nothing left.”
But that’s just not true. Not for me. And not for you.
So that brings me back to my conversation with the writing coach and our discussion about the theme for my book. In her post-session notes, she wrote, "Your answers seem to convey it's about women not hiding under the table and making the tough choices to be happy."
Funny, that's sounds a lot like a conversation I had with a friend last night. But I want to add something to that. And it's my message to any woman (or man) out there who may be walking a similar path: The courage to crawl out from under table comes when you stop looking outside yourself for answers you already know.
I'm ready to crawl out from under the table. Care to join me?