Here is the thing. I'm no writer. Writing
doesn't come easily to me.
Just in case you don't know me in
person, English is my second language, Japanese being my first. My
husband would tell you I speak like "a Japanese girl with a Yankee
accent." I have no idea what that sounds like but it must sound
kinda funny.
Every day, I
read books to my boys in my Japanese Yankee accent. But they
don't seem to mind. They might actually like the sound of it since it's their mother's voice.
Speaking up in
public, especially in front of strangers, is not an easy task for me either. I get so self-conscious and my hands would
start sweating like crazy.
So I usually keep quiet, and pretend I’m an introverted person, which I
am not.
It took me a lot of courage to speak up At the Barn, with a room full of strangers. But with the 80 kind souls intently listening to one another, I knew it was the right place for me to face my fear and just be myself. With the sweaty hands and shaky voice, I opened up myself and shared everything I kept inside for a long time: my fears, hopes, and dreams.
When I started
writing this post, I had something different in mind. I had the general outline already made and was inspired to
write. But I couldn’t. I was so scared to write. I was afraid that I couldn’t express what I
really wanted. I was afraid that I would
sound stupid.
I told myself I don't have time for all this. I have the laundry to do and the piles of dishes in the sink are waiting to be washed.
My fear came back to me, gently knocking on the door to the basement.
“Hello Yuko, can we be friends
again?”
No, I don’t
want to. So I cried a little and decided
to move forward.
I can do this...can't I?
My older son
throws a fit while we try to bake gingerbread cookies. He says he wants to cut out a star shape but
he doesn’t want to make any mistakes.
"What’s wrong
with making mistakes?" My husband asks him.
We tell him, it’s
okay to make mistakes. It doesn’t have
to be perfect.
The fear of making mistakes – perfectionism. The thing notorious for ruining every piece of joy we have. It will take the spark out of your life if you let it. I guess the boy and I were struggling with the same problem: We wanted things to be so perfect that we were afraid of making any mistakes. The boy wanted his gingerbread cookie to be a flawless star. I wanted my writing on this post to be perfect, and that thought paralyzed me.
“Run! Run! Run!
Catch me if you can!
You can’t catch me.
I’m the Gingerbread Boy,
I am! I am!
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
I’ve run away from a little old man,
I’ve run away from a cow,
I’ve run away from a horse,
I’ve run away from a barn full of threshers,
I’ve run away from a field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you,
I can! I can!”
Catch me if you can!
You can’t catch me.
I’m the Gingerbread Boy,
I am! I am!
I’ve run away from a little old woman,
I’ve run away from a little old man,
I’ve run away from a cow,
I’ve run away from a horse,
I’ve run away from a barn full of threshers,
I’ve run away from a field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you,
I can! I can!”
**
The Gingerbread Boy runs for his life, so he won't get eaten.
But what if he is actually running away from his fears. He outruns his fears so cheerfully that he doesn't even know what he is running away from. Don't we all do the same? Running away from our fears and we don't even know it.
Then what happens in the end? The clever fox comes out, outsmarts the Gingerbread Boy and gobbles him up.
I don't want to be that Gingerbread Boy. I don't want my ultimate, deadly fear to eat me up. So I take one deep breath and sit in front of the computer.
I can do this...
This Tuesday
morning, just me and my computer, typing my fear away. It is scary and liberating at the same
time. I see hope in distance, shining through the fog of fear.
** excerpt from The Gingerbread Boy, by Paul Galdone (Clarion Books)
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Well, this is just gorgeous. You are a writer, even if you don't know it yet:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kimberly! Your comment means so much to me ox
ReplyDeleteLoving This!
ReplyDeleteThanks Aunt Cindy! Hope you'll come back for more :)
DeleteWhat Kimberly said. Don't be afraid to write. I find that my best writing is when I write from my soul and share the scary stuff - when I'm being totally honest. You are building heart stories one word at a time. Keep building - I enjoy reading your words.
ReplyDeleteHonesty was the only thing I could offer today, and I just did that :) It was scary. Thank you, Teresa, for giving me the "gift" of advice and encouragement! I'll keep on writing... ox
DeleteHow lovely. I know just what you mean. I am full of fear a lot of the time over so many things. God has slowly been stripping it away asking me to trust in a big way. I constantly get writer's block because of fear.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this! Yes, trusting Him is the only way I can tame my fear and move forward :)
DeleteThis is the second post I've read about fear today (the first was by Serenity Bohon and is lovely. I encourage you to look for it!). Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteThank you Caroline! I'll check out that blog :)
DeleteOh my goodness this was so inspirational...welcome to blogland!
ReplyDeleteThank you Lili! Hope you'll come back for more :)
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