{"id":3989,"date":"2020-02-09T12:27:16","date_gmt":"2020-02-09T17:27:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/?p=3989"},"modified":"2020-02-09T12:27:17","modified_gmt":"2020-02-09T17:27:17","slug":"redeeming-lost-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ordinaryservant.com\/?p=3989","title":{"rendered":"Redeeming Lost Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I was speaking with my therapist last week about choices. I was explaining why certain things didn’t happen in my life and what occurred and why it lead me to where I am today. There was a significant amount of loss. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The topic came up because I was rehashing what happened in my writing group. I had submitted a piece I had worked on for critique. What usually occurs is everyone gets a turn telling you what they liked or disliked or what worked or didn’t work for them. I struggle with getting critiques because I’ve been criticized for most of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My therapist explained my writing isn’t me. Meaning, they are not critiquing me as a person, they are only critiquing my writing. But I responded that my writing is me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s the same thing when I cook. I like to cook and feed people. When I cook, I cook from my heart. It’s an act of giving. My cooking is an expression of who I am. So, if someone doesn’t like my cooking, I take it personally. Just like I do with my writing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gave my therapist a time table of every creative endeavor I’ve pursued since I was a teenager. I had the same issue with each of them. First, it was acting, then fashion design, then singing, and then writing. In that sequence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get the fact that we need critiques to improve and grow. However, I can’t help it if I struggle to the point of giving up. I’ve repeated the same pattern throughout the course of my life. I’m tired of this cycle and getting nowhere. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here I am at 53, and in the same position that I was in my 20’s. It’s kind of sad actually. The Lord gave me creative abilities for a reason and I’ve allowed fear and people’s words to stop me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My therapist is astute and asked me one simple question. “Are you trying to play catch up and make up for lost time?” I sat there and thought about it, and realized the answer is yes. Now I understand where all this pressure is coming from. I’ve made so many mistakes in the past that now I’m afraid to fail. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to remind myself that I wasn’t meant to be perfect in the first place. I can and will make mistakes in my life and writing. I can give myself permission to write crappy, make mistakes, and even fail. Failing isn’t the worst thing that can happen to me or you because that’s when we learn the most and can become better. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This quote by Anne Rice resonated with me this week, “To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.” So true. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have to risk making a fool of ourselves. We are ever evolving as people and as writers. There is always something new to learn. We won’t stop learning and growing until we die. That’s if we allow ourselves and don’t give up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of fear and people kicking me in the butt. The past is the past. This is the present. I don’t have to play catch up and try to redeem lost time. I can start from where I’m at and give myself permission to learn, grow, make mistakes and even fail. I hope you will do the same. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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