on the power of showing up
note: I wrote this post in April of 2019 (pre-COVID). It's been sitting in my drafts for quite a while, but I think it's time for it to see the light of day. It's been helpful for me to reread over the past few months, especially as I continue to try to make an effort to write, and I hope it can be helpful to you, too. i got an invite to a writers' group a few months ago, and i had never felt like more of a fraud in my life. it had been months, if not years, since i'd felt like a writer. the proverbial well of words in my heart had dried up, it seemed, and i wasn't sure if it was ever coming back. i agreed to go out of a sense of helplessness—i'd identified as a writer ever since i could remember. if i'm not a writer, who am i? i told myself that it was important to show up and act like a writer even when i didn't feel like one, because even though i hadn't been writing, i reassured myself, i still was a writer. but sometimes the words f
this post hit home, like so many of your other posts. Especially recently, I have struggled with accepting who I am. I always want to be someone else, I want to be thinner, I wish I didn't have those blemishes on my face, I wish I had more colour in my cheeks, I wish I didn't have such a round face, the list goes on and on. But I've started realizing that I need to be me. There will never be another Laura just like me, so I need to stop trying to be someone else and be ME.
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~Half-Pint