Pursue Awesome

This week a woman looked me in the eyes, really stared into my soul trying to see… me. She was looking; searching for meaning, depth, story. And then she smiled.

Just as she expected, it was there. She didn’t learn my story, but she knew there was one hidden in the quiet way I returned her gaze unflinchingly.

“You are a shining star! Keep on Manifesting your Magnificence!”

Could she see the tears I’ve shed along the way? The doubt I’ve felt on my path? The waiting for life to begin? Or was it the fact that I was there at all? I stood in front of her with the words ‘Be Bold’ echoing in my head. Could she hear them? Was she saying them?

‘Dream big,’ her eyes whispered.

Dream Big.

I was at a book launch and inspirational evening hosted by TOAST! London. They invite visionaries to speak and share their stories of how they beat the odds, struggle against life and its challenges, and thrive, supporting their communities along the way. The woman who shook my hand was one of the authors in the book; a trailblazer in her own right. And she recognized something in me that spoke to her.

Do it. Take the step. Push yourself. Don’t be afraid. You will thrive. I have faith in you. Shed your insecurities and have faith in you too.

Pursue Awesome

Getting to Know You

So I told you that I am taking a writing course. It is an online course and we are a week in. So far so good. It has been a relatively easy week. We have all introduced ourselves and were given our first assignment. Guess what it is.

We have to write a blog! 

Oh boy, another space where I get to take words out of my head to share, compare and comment. The interesting thing is not so much my words though, as other people’s take on the process. Very few of the other people in the course have blogs. Many of them are journal writers, but the idea of sharing beyond the oh so personal journal page is daunting. I get that, but I also find myself looking back at me while reading these people’s thoughts.

As I wrote my first blog post almost six years ago, I feel like those initial inhibitions have faded somewhat. Apparently I have a certain level of confidence. Don’t get me wrong! I could still use plenty more growth, but it would seem that playing with words all these years has been good for me. I remember well tentatively thinking about calling myself a big “W” writer and being daunted by the thought, let alone the action. Now I know that just the act of putting words to page makes anyone a writer. The trick is to be the best writer you can be!

Do I have a leg up in the course? Maybe, but not necessarily. Does it matter? Not a jot. I am taking the course to expand my knowledge and perhaps hone my skills a little more. Hopefully I will make acquaintances with some other local writers and we will all increase our confidence in the process.

For now though, I need to mull over our next assignment. I need to write about my first childhood memory. Off to history class for me!


Are you comfortable sharing your thoughts and words? Does that make you a Writer? What is your definition?