Writing is the pondering of the soul. Every soul is beautiful in its unique abilities and talents. I think writing is one way the soul yearns to express itself. There are so many different kinds of writers. My mom can write expressions of love that are beautiful. Mine always come out tacky and boring. My sister can write the things that she feels. I always struggle putting feelings into words. My son can write poems that combine words and images in a way that make you think long after you’ve finished reading it.
Then theirs me. I like to write stories. Most of the time they are heart wrenching stories of struggle. I love to write stories were their are heroes. Heroes over their own lives and circumstances. This brings great joy to me. It is the way my soul has learned to express itself.
I continue to be amazed at the talents God has given each of us. The women that drew the art for my book cover did an amazing job. It was such a miracle to me that I could describe an image in my mind and she could make it appear for all to see. Amazing. I am so grateful for the different talents we each have. It makes me smile. I love to see the art my son can draw, the dance moves one of my other sons creates. The poems that dance around in another sons head. The different views of the world that each of my children have. I am grateful to be alive to experience it all.
I have a weakness. When I see talents and gifts in others that are similar to my own I tend to value mine less. For example, when I was young my mother said I had a talent for drawing. She even signed me up for a drawing class. I loved it! Then one day in middle school I saw a girl drawing and immediatly recognized that her skills surpassed my own. I then concluded that I had been lied to and didn’t actually have a talent in drawing after all. The sad part to that story is I stopped drawing. Now 25 years later I truly have lost the talent.
Sadly I still struggle with this. The more people I meet that are writers the more I assume I’m not very good or think that I should quit because I wouldn’t be able to compete anyway.
Well I learned something this weekend. It doesn’t matter how many people share my talents or how many are better at it then me. What matters is I do my best to improve the talent given to me and share it with as many as are interested. Whether that is 0 or a thousand.
Most people in the world have legs and most people can walk. But I don’t value my legs less because so many people have the same ability. Rather I am grateful that I have that ability and strive to use them and keep them strong.
I plan on looking at things a little differently from here on out. I will celebrate the fact that so many are able to share their souls in writing. Go Writers!!