I have some exciting news to share with you – my memoir is coming in January 2025!
Have you ever had a burning urge that no matter how much you tried to ignore it or move onto something else, it wouldn’t go away? Maybe it was a knowing or a part of your purpose and yet everything within you resisted?
When I was a child, I woke up in the middle of the night, went downstairs to the piano when everyone else was sleeping and composed songs. I felt compelled and drawn. For me it was a place of solitude and a time to dream. There I would stay until my song was completed and then quietly sneak back upstairs with a smile on my face and peacefully fall back to sleep.
I loved to write and create. Writing poetry, handwritten letters, cards, and journals was a constant. Writing poetry to me was like composing a song on the piano that captured creativity and imagination. Life quickly got away from me as it does for everyone, and the natural course of life events happened. Passions in life may fade into the background but I’m here to tell you they never go away.
The gnawing, the knowing, the urge, the burning desire reappeared later in my life. I was going to write a book and share my life story. No, I thought, can’ t do that. However, when I sat down at the computer it began to flow. There is no one to help me I thought, and then people started to appear throughout every point of my writing journey. It’s too painful I thought so I put it down only to be drawn back once again.
A good friend once told me I helped a lot of people in my career and now I was going to help others through sharing my story. It was another time of resistance and yet affirmations kept coming.
I think about the amazing stories people have when I hear of them. But it’s not every day you have coffee or lunch with someone and ask if they would like to hear about your life journey. When people started hearing pieces of my story, they were shocked, gosh, and so was I, lol – I thought to myself – I did that? Oh no, not me. I survived that? Gosh, I am stronger than I think. A tsunami of events and I’m still here to tell my story. I reflected – so that’s what really happened and now I can see.
I thought about it and thought about it some more. What is my purpose? Can my story bring hope and encouragement to at least one person? Do I have the courage to share it? Can I make a difference and turn my scars into my ultimate purpose? It was then I knew the answer. I would author my story to help others even if it meant bearing my soul and raw emotions.
Everyone has a story to share whether it is through blogging, podcasts, random life stories, preserving it in a three-ring notebook as my grandfather did in his eighties or preserving it in a book format. I want to encourage everyone to preserve their memories and write your story.
My story is a message of hope, resiliency and overcoming regardless of your circumstances. A knowing that you can rise above and soar to new heights. You can see the world through a new lens, and you too can author your story. I learned wisdom is only good if it is shared with others. Life lessons are invaluable, and I hope my lessons will help at least one person
and lessen their sufferings.
Until next time – read, write, and learn…J