How to write, is that the question? Pt. 2!
This article is somewhat of a continuation to the part 1, I wrote a while back.
It isn’t like procrastination is something new to me. I have been a victim of it since forever.
But coming to think of procrastination, I have come to a few deductions. Do we deliberately let ourselves in the “hell hole” of laziness? Do we deliberately not do things we should be doing? Do we deliberately focus on things not worth our time and space? All these questions that have been put forth have no direct relation to the main point that I am going to come to. But aren’t our lives like that, so many things happen, related or unrelated finally just to help us reach the place we really want and need to be.
So, a week back, I attended a writing meet up which was unlike any event I have attended in my whole lifetime. First of all, it was a really long event as compared to the webinars and online events I have attended until now. And it was perhaps the first event that I wasn’t really supposed to attend but did it out of choice. Maybe because of the reasons listed above, it was intriguing, enriching and so very memorable.
All the events I have attended in the past had participants that I almost knew of. But this one was different. There was just one person I knew in the meet up in the group of eight to ten people. I’m an introvert and talking to new people has been something I’m still getting used to.
Thanks to the one person that I knew in the meet-up, I went a ladder up in getting out of my comfort zone.
Since it was a writing meet-up, we were given an hour to write our pieces with three audio prompts. We had a choice on whether to use those prompts or not. Thanks to the multiple entrance exams attempted, I was pretty much acquainted with the concept of prompts and writing stories out of the same. Now talking of coming out of the “comfort zone”, I used two prompts to write of a dark experience of mine. Since most people were strangers and there was little or no scope of judgement, I went ahead and wrote it.
My life is pretty much of an open book. And I share a lot. But I usually don’t share my dark experiences. For one, there’s already too much darkness around and two, for the fear of judgement. That day, I let off all the inhibitions and showed my most vulnerable self to the bunch.
In that moment, I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t vulnerable, I was free! It felt like I was flying in the beautiful blue sky with my Icarus wings just like the phoenix who rose from the ashes.
That day, after giving and receiving feedback on all the stories, I finally realized that writing is something that liberates me. Words are my best confidants.
They may run from me sometimes but in them, I find solace, I find that home that I have forever been looking for.
I found my safe space, have you?