It’s a brand new day on which to write another page of my life. What will be written today, I wonder? Who will show up on the page? Will Julia be lighthearted and funny today? Will she be serious and introspective? Will she be a little self-deprecating, or slightly irreverent? Or maybe check all of the above? Always a mystery, always a surprise, ever an opportunity to sit back and watch as the daily script of my life plays itself out.
Today I am aware that there are multitudes of personalities crashing around inside clamoring for attention. Me. ME. No, ME!! The committee in my head is busy at work jostling for position. It’s a circus in here. The jugglers and the clowns are duking it out for top billing and the jugglers are losing. It’s hard to keep juggling while duking it out.
Last night, one of my dear friends called to share a few thoughts about Voices. She loves me. She thinks I’m wonderful. She thinks that sometimes my writing fails to express the me that she sees, and that upsets her because she believes that I am showing the world a picture does not match her view of me. She wants me to shine, to show the best of myself to the world, to show myself in a favorable light. I’m fine being in it warts and all, if it helps anyone else.
Her comments sent me off on yet another inner quest in search of motive and purpose. Why do I write? Who am I writing for? Am I afraid of vulnerability? How do I feel about being judged, or misjudged? How am I being perceived, or misperceived? Does it matter to me? Do I care what others think? If so, why?
What a gift to have a friend who loves me enough to tell me what she really thinks.
Oh, but wait. Have I interpreted her words correctly? Did I get it right? The only way I will get an accurate answer is to ask her. My perception of her comments is strictly that: my perception. Perhaps one or both of us might be wrong. Sometimes the windows through which we view life might get a little foggy and benefit by a bit of Windex.
Here’s the bottom-line question to myself. Will I let the perceived images and impressions of others stop me, from writing, or from telling my truth? Will I let the perceptions and interpretations of others change the way I write? Or the things I say about myself? Or allow my vulnerabilities to tempt me to go into hiding? No, I think not.
I had a little chat with myself about that, and conclude that whatever turns up on the page is okay with me. And whatever anyone thinks is none of my business. So, what is it today? Is it lighthearted and funny? Serious and introspective? Or maybe a little self-deprecating, or slightly irreverent? Or check all of the above? What do you think?
Whatever it is, it didn’t quite turn out the way I expected, but that’s just part of the mystery. Always a surprise, ever an opportunity to sit back and watch the daily script play itself out. We are the writers, producers, directors, and actors of each new day. We are the ones who make it up as we go, and we’re the ones who see it through the eyes of our own inner vision. I don’t know about you, but my script has a happy ending.
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).