Do I believe that people can change? Yes, absolutely. All the time and at any stage of their life.
I went to a seminar the other day, and it was me and a whole bunch of people I had never met. I was a bit early so I walked around the establishment first. It was a late-summer sunny warm evening and the breeze rattled the trees and messed up the leaves on the ground. More and more people started arriving.
Slowly I started to realise that here, I am ‘me’. I checked out all my other titles as I walked through the door and like a jacket, I will pick them up and wear them again on my way out at the end of the evening, as I morph back into my ‘real self’. But what is real? After you have been in a partnership with someone for so long, your sense of ‘self’ becomes part of the partnership and being ‘you’ is a distant memory. If a memory at all.
And so this dawning realisation was frightening and exciting at the same time. I suddenly became so nervous, I felt like I was on my first day of Junior High again.
I am clearly not a writer by trade, I just enjoy writing. I remember reading once that “writers are constantly seeking for new experiences”, and I never really got it till now. What is writing if not internalising (or… externalising) your impressions? Material comes from inspiration and letting yourself get stuck in the mundane is the best way to kill your spark. There is a river of experiences in the world that never runs dry, and it is at your disposal. How lovely…
I just realised I am not limited to publishing poems and stories. I like RedBubble now better than my blog (which I haven’t touched in ages, anyway), so there’s room for thoughts to be shared here.
Thoughts deserve to have their audience, too.