“And one has to understand that braveness is not the absence of fear, but rather the strength to keep on going forward despite the fear.” — Paulo Coelho
Slowly, I trudge on. Fear tries to stop me in my tracks. When I speak of fear, it’s not panic or fright dreading something horrible. Rather, an uneasiness that lightly gnaws at my confidence causing me to believe that perhaps I may be a little too bold to tread in a world of unknown outcomes with only hope in my backpack.
My writing has grown from the seeds of momentary epiphanies to an appreciation so great, I desire to encourage and inspire with insight. This monumental endeavor creates small episodic heart flutters and vague insecurity. From a past of seeking accomplishment for recognition, my concern is remaining authentic on all levels.
Yes, we all write what we know, but some days I feel I just don’t know.
This unknowing creates a stumbling block that could potentially grow into a mountain. It is here where I seek to encourage myself with words of resilience and put fear where it belongs, buried by hope. And so, I have reset courage and continue my journey.
– Erika K Rothwell
“Life has its own rhythms, we just have to learn how to dance.” – Cristian Andrei Nica
Self-expression is discovered in each individual’s dance style. We all feel the rhythm differently, uniquely perceiving the tempo as each of our steps moves according to the way we feel it.
It’s difficult to think your way through dancing. You must embrace and engage the music with your heart.
When you feel what you write, your words dance with the rhythm of your life.
There can be no naysayers as they look upon your heart. When we don’t feel well with our soul, we may look upon someone else’s joy as self-serving. Yet it is the example of a joyous heart that feeds us hope.
Lately, I question whether I’ve become a little too optimistic. And I realize I may have just learned to dance without worrying about what onlookers may think. Others who have ventured before me have given me that courage. I share openly with an audience I do not know personally, yet feel connected to on another level.
Am I offended that you may not like the way I dance?
No, I appreciate your perspective. For it is in the differences that we connect.
I believe it is not for us to examine another’s motivation. Optimism drives my hope that we can all learn to appreciate someone near or far who has taken the struggles that life has handed them and learned how to dance!
I look forward to continuing my journey while reading and being inspired by yours. You make “dancing” all that much more special for me.
-Erika K Rothwell
Writing makes me a better person. How do I know this? The holiday season is filled with activities that take me away from my writing. And in the magnetic pull of seasonal revelries and necessities, kindness appears to dissipate.
What normally draws me in and captures my attention and the resulting analysis is missing as I find myself showing true colors of stress and time starvation. Ricocheting reactions, unthoughtful responses as I often neglect the feelings of my receiver emulate the result of forsaking my writing as it waits patiently without demanding my attention.
The love I have for writing is wrapped around the fruits of its labor. The time I take to review and untangle deeply entwined messages offers me the opportunity for revival, and a renewed aspiration to be a better human.
It is easy to critique another’s words. It can be more difficult to allow those words to move you in the direction you need to go. The definition of inspire is, “to fill (someone) with the urge or ability to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.” So I find myself inspired by the words of dear friends and family as they share their days in words.
I was once told a story about considering the receiver when you speak as misinterpretation can easily change the intentioned meaning and be taken derogatorily. It can also be humorous when you are caught in this precarious situation. Albeit, possible projection, the receiver may manipulate the message from a set of biased lenses. How much of that is our responsibility? Words that escape from our lips cannot be reeled back in. And words that are written are a permanent record of our thoughts and cannot be erased by any amount of time.
The message today brings me back to intention. What is my intention for sharing these particular words? Am I trying to heal from an unintentional attack from another’s chosen words? Am I considering how my ill-timed or careless words affect others? Or am I simply inspired by others to “breathe in” (as the second definition of inspire) and take steps toward kindness, forgiveness, and renewal?
Maybe it will never be clear. What is transparent, though, writing helps me be a better me. My hope is that you also find your solace in an activity this holiday season that renews your spirit.