At writing group this week, the writing prompt was “If you could change one thing about the way you were raised, what would you change?” We are given 5 minutes to write a response. The Writing Goddesses in my group said: “There’s a blog post.” So here it is, the challenge part, with a few small edits. Not easy to put it out there, but this stuff is real.
If I could change one thing about the way I was raised, I would ask to be raised. I feel like I grew from a young child to an adult with plenty of adults watching, guessing, figuring it out—plenty of adults judging—but none of them really raising me. I wish I’d had solid, caring adults around me whose purpose was to be there for me, to guide me, to make sure I knew what the road ahead could be like. In a perfect world, my father would not have been killed so early in my life, but then someone would have been there to say that scary things don’t really lurk around every corner. “There, there, it will be ok,” they would have whispered to my terrified self. Someone would have made sure that consistency was real: that meals together, stories and baths, and family adventures were the routine, and that routines could be counted on, not wished for.
There was no sense that someone was steering the ship—that lifeboats were available and equipped, and that someone would make sure I didn’t end up in mean icy water, alone, when the ship went down. ‘Cause our ship was the Titanic… with icebergs all around… and not enough life jackets… and no Captain.
I’d wish for a solid, caring adult there to tell me I was smart enough, pretty enough, talented enough—Enough. I’d like someone to have raised me to know that I was enough, just as I was, or am. My aunt recently told me: “You are from good, strong stock.” Oh, to have heard that when I was ten.
What would you change about how you were raised? Anything? Everything? Share a though; leave a comment; I love it! Hit like, because I’m an insecure, needy gal, who loves that. And again, thanks for all the good stuff folks.
Part Two, The Award:
Thank you so much to Sarah (AKA: The Laughing Duck) over at Cackles.From.A.Mad.Duck for giving me the Liebster award. You should check her blog out, because it’s witty, alternative and very clever. If you have daughters, who are in high school, they could probably get some inspiration from this chick (yo, pun); cause she’s the real deal.
Technically, it’s a nomination, and I am meant to then nominate others. Alas, while my fellow nominees are terribly talented, I really want this all to myself! I want to win. Having done it a few times now, I don’t have too many fresh suggestions, and answering questions about myself seems redundant, since you’re reading my blog. It’s all here. The deal is that I tell you a few things about myself, I recommend some other bloggers. They do the same and put a link back to my blog. We all feel good, and you get to check out some other wonderful writers. I don’t have much more to say about myself, but I’ll play fair and give the basics, following The Duck’s lead. Here goes:
Music: Well, that might be old for some of you. I’ve written an awful lot about music. Hell, my novel is all about music too! Check out this, and this, and this. There are standards, people/groups I never tire of: I’ve been listening to Stevie Nicks’ Edge of 17 (it pursues me on the radio), The Cure (forever), Peter Gabriel (longer than forever), Crowded House. But lately, I am totally in love with Metric, The Lumineers, Pink, Of Monsters and Men (the whole CD rocks), and found
Leisure: Lunch with friends- anytime. Writing. Movies. Hiking. Sailing. Skiing, but not this year: ouchy knee. Travel- the more challenging the better. Singing. Fine dining. Or good food.
Love interest: My kids, Smart Guy
And now to pass it one. Ok, I hate this part. I don’t want anyone to feel like I picked one and not another, but that’s part of this gig. These pare blogs that I read, that I haven’t recommended in the past. Check out these blogs: A Gripping Life (Lisa is full of wisdom); Rebecca Kilbreath (edgy, sharp, and funny- in an edgy, dark kind of way); Applecore (has nothing to do with apples and everything to do with travel, and living places for 6 months- coolio!); Hot Pink Underwear (not as sexy as it sounds, but I love this woman!); JeanDayFriday (her name is not Jean, but love how she thinks and what she writes); and Smells Good, Feels Good (this Aussie chick is so cool. Her life is so interesting- I want to swim in her swimming hole, but she’s centered and interesting).
An announcement: I plan to cut back on blogging. Probably 2x a week. I need to clear my head and figure out what I want from this. I need to work on the novel. I need to do that! I need to work out some things that are bothering me with this blog world and how it effects my writing. Thanks for the kind, generous support from those of you who take the time to read what I write. I work hard at it, and I appreciate the feedback and support. I honestly appreciate that people take time to read what I put out there. No more deadlines; I’ll write when I write.