Being a vulnerable writer

It turns out I’ve been hiding.

I’ve been hiding from the kind of writing that challenges me. I used to think that that meant being more personal and baring my soul.

But I was wrong.

I think there is beauty in being able to write something that not only moves the reader but also the writer.

Not the painful, tortured writer but instead the kind of writing with feeling behind it instead of just words.

It’s hard to find the time to push myself with what I share on The Daily Gemm in-between everything I have going on (and everything I distract myself with). And sometimes I allow myself to be bare minimum because I know I can get away with it.

But I read something beautiful this morning and it moved me. It made me remember just what I love about writing. It got me thinking about how I used to write and how I haven’t pushed myself to explore my writing enough.

I don’t even remember the last time I just sat and wrote without thinking about what I would do with it once it was finished.

I haven’t written a poem in months.

I daydreamed about writing these personal essays about my life yet I rarely write more than a couple hundred words at a time and never get round to even planning the essays.

I’ve been hiding and I didn’t even know it.

 

A lack of awareness

Sometimes the problem is not that their is no one like us but that we’re not aware.

Many of us will go around thinking ‘there is no one like me’ whilst hiding ourselves away from the world. If that’s what we’re all doing, how are we supposed to find each other.

With age you’ll find that there are others in your city, country, continent and across the earth that are like you in whatever way you feel you are different.

But you’ll never find them if you aren’t willing to show that part of yourself.

You might be scared but it’ll always be worth it in the long run.