When I was about 15, I was told I could not write by one of my over made-up, very purple looking, grade ten high school teachers. It really didn’t bother me that much because I thought, “Why the hell do I need to know how to write for? If I need to say something to people, I will just tell them.” I wasn’t a quiet child, or teenager, or adult for that matter. But something inside me believed that teacher. That one incident with that one teacher stayed in my head for a very, very long time. Whenever a teacher asked me write an essay, I would purposely (sub-consciously) be horrible at it. I believed if a teacher was going to criticize it and chastise me for trying my hardest, then why should I bother to try at all. That is until I reached grade 12.
In grade 12, I took a night school course. The course was a creative writing course. I didn’t even know I would enjoy this course or excel at it until the teacher, whom I don’t quite remember her name but I will never forget her face, came face to face with this not-so-impressionable loud teenage.
As a powerful robusque, flamed headed woman with a tad too much make up and booming voice, I had already made up my mind that I wasn’t going to like her. She was loud and authoritative and everything I didn’t like; someone telling me what to do. But the one thing she didn’t do was tell me how to write or what to write about. She always left that up to me. She told us to think of a muse. A muse? What the H-E- double hockey sticks would be a muse to an 17 year old girl? She would tell us to expand our minds, think about what we would think of if we were sitting by a tree. Uhm … easy, boys or …beer…. Maybe boys with beer J . I was a bit of a rebel teen. But either way I didn’t think it was worth writing about; but apparently it was. Writing about what I wanted to write about actually opened up my eyes and my soul to what I could do and what I could think.
This opened the door to many possibilities. Writing was not the only thing that this teacher opened my heart up for. She opened me up to my life. She made me realize that maybe the person who let me down and said those negative things wasn’t right to begin with.
In the past year I have thought about this particular event a lot. Not because I want to be some sort of published writer, but because it is inspiring for me to know that one event can change a person so much.
Let’s think about the many events that happen in our lives. What events do we remember? Which events do we seize? Which things in life do we shy away from? Why? What is it about us, as human beings that make us so intimidated by other people’s thoughts and perceptions of us? Why don’t we seize that moment more often?
Here is my take…. WE ARE AFRAID! Why are so afraid? What is the worst that can happen? We are afraid of rejection, of criticism and worse of all failure. One thing I do know for sure is that we should be taking more leaps of faith, more chances at life, living our life our way. Nothing we do in life will affect our neighbour, our friends or our extended families. We have to seize opportunities and live life the way we want!
Be the inspiration to yourself. It’s not easy to know what you want to be or do in life. But taking that first step is the one that’ll count. That’ll be the one you remember as the first step to greatness.
I have been afraid of so many things in my life, there is no exception here and for the same reasons as many of you. In meeting many of you, I have learned I am no different than you and you are no different than me. We, especially as moms and women, have many of the same trials and tribulations but what sets us apart is fear. Some of us have more of it than others. Some of us have reached for the stars and some of us are just on the stepping stones to reach for our goals.
I want to be inspired and inspiring. That wonderful flamed haired teacher inspired me and I want to inspire you and you should want to inspire others. Don’t be afraid, reach for your goals. No matter what those goals are. The possibilities are endless in life. Happiness will set you free. Your mental capabilities will enable you to be on a platform shouting from the rooftops, “I CAN! I WILL! I AM!”
Live from the inside out,