It strikes me as amusing to see this trait in myself. I prefer routine, knowing what's coming and being prepared for it. My furniture rarely if ever moves (unless it's time to vacuum the dog fur from beneath); I've had the same career for twenty years - the exact same career - and despite not being enamored by the work, I have found the routine / ritual of it comforting. Until recently.
I began taking Tara Mohr's "Playing Big" leadership program in May. Working through the course, and with my small breakout group I am starting to find my voice. I am learning how to share my voice with others.
One thing that has remained constant for as far back as I can remember, is my love of words and writing to express myself.
- The early elementary days of drawing a picture and writing a story to go along with it. The tale was endless. Words spilled onto page after page.
- The notes I would leave on my parent's pillows, like a chocolate at a fancy hotel, when I could not find a way to express my thoughts with my voice.
- The journals we were required to keep in our 5th (or was it 6th) grade English class.
- The journals I have scattered throughout my home in various stages of use.
- The few dozen fiction stories that are also in various stages of creation.
My hope for the future of this blog is that it will be my companion as I continue to find my voice, and my conduit for sharing some of that voice with the world.