The Power of Words
The journey of motherhood is complex, filled with much love, much sacrifice, and much self-discovery. As I navigate this path, I find myself grappling with my identity beyond being a mother.
The words of Kim Stoddard echo in my mind: "You are the author of your own destiny. With every choice you make, you write a new page of your life's story."
Yet, the narrative I'm crafting seems fragmented, interrupted by the constant demands of little ones who need me. My aspirations as a writer, as a creative, as something other than mother, clash with the reality of my daily life - a life filled with a thousand tiny tasks and little mouths barking for attention.
Just when I settle down to write, an interruption inevitably comes, and over time, these moments add up to what feels like little progress.
This summer I'm working through "The Artist's Way," hoping to reframe the negative thoughts that plague me. Here's a few negative thoughts I'm turning into positive.
How can I call myself a writer? I haven’t been writing long enough.
I’m a writer because I write. The length of time does not define me, nor the monetary value attached.
How can I call myself a writer? I don't write every day.
I’m a writer and I write when I can. Consistency is my goal but not a requirement to being a writer.
How can I call myself a writer? I despise editing.
I'm a writer who recognizes editing as a challenge. Embracing this challenge is part of my growth as a writer.
How can I call myself a writer? I would have been one already.
I’m a writer now. There’s no predetermined timeline for becoming a writer - I became one when I started writing.
When I get stuck, I come back to these affirmations.
