The Gem of It
I love talking about writing. It is easily one of my favorite conversation topics of all time. So I was talking to a friend this morning who feels a pull towards writing, but who doesn’t consider herself a “writer.” In her mind, a writer is someone who can manage pacing, plot, all that. Since she doesn’t do that right now, she doesn’t think of herself as a true writer.
Here’s the thing: this girl journals regularly. She pours herself out on the page. All of her pains, her fears, her prayers and hopes of the future. She is gut-level honest and easily one of the most self-aware women I know. She writes out the hard stuff.
This, my friends, is writing. This is the work, the blood and sweat, of swinging a pickaxe into the rocky places within and striking gems.
I’m learning to expand my definition of art. I’m a singer and a dancer even though these particular art forms are super private at the moment. 🙂 That’s okay. I’m still creating. I can still find joy there and share it.
What about you, fabulous readers? If you widen the definition, do you see traces of art in your life?