If this is your first visit to my site, this post may seem like an odd introduction. It's full of uncertainty & vulnerability. Most frequently you'll find tips, tools & gadgets that I've found to help my heart-centered entrepreneur friends lives just a little bit easier. But today I have a guest post featured on Leonie Dawson's website, and I'm sharing with you the writing that inspired that post. It's a little raw, and should probably have had a professional proofreader run through it, but I'm sharing it but because the post went live last night & I really want to keep my own personal momentum going.
So, before I talk myself out of it, here it is:
What I’ve wanted to do my whole life, yet feel completely unqualified to do, is write. Write from my heart. From me to you. Sometimes from me, to me. Turns out I’m not that great with grammar & words. I need a full time editor, proof-reader and army of people looking over my shoulder to make my words make sense. Yet I dream.
Since I was a the tiny 3 year old version of me, sitting in the top shelf of my brothers bedroom closet, writing songs and stories (that coincidentally also weren’t very good – although Mom would tell a different story).
And wouldn’t you know it? While working through Leonie Dawsons’ 2013 Create Your Incredible Year Planner, the words that came out when I saw, “This year I give myself permission to….” were:
Publically make mistakes.
That’s it. Nothing else. Just those two “simple” yet completely mortifying words/phrases.
Allow myself to make mistakes in public? Feel ashamed if i need to (for a while) and write. You see, I have some stories I still want to share. I’ve been bottling them up because I don’t like feeling afraid, or ashamed, or embarrassed for that matter. And so instead, I’ve worked really, really hard to cover up a little glitch in the “Loralee System”. Worked so hard I go down for days at a time with migraine, or completely burn out and live with the pain of fibromyalgia. Because underneath it all, I’m trying so very hard to avoid being called ‘stupid’.
There, I’ve said it. With tears streaming down my face. I don’t want you to know I’m “not that bright”. That I never learned my times tables, and I can’t figure out a lot of words and grammar people seem to understand so effortlessly. It doesn’t stick in my head, no matter how hard I try to memorize it. The thing is, I’ve done a pretty good job of ‘faking it’. I ran a “successful” accounting software training business for a decade, finished an accounting degree with a 3.2 gpa (not wicked smart, but not too shabby) while hiding ‘adult dyslexia’ (It’s cruel, I have to rely on spell check to correct that word for me every single time) from everyone except my career counselor.
wanting to write and travel – knowing I can’t.
The older I get the more stupid I feel. My friends and colleagues are growing, evolving, blossoming. They seem wiser and more confident. And I feel like I’m two seconds away from being found out as a fraud. More and more convinced someone will call me out on my short comings. I’ve become a master at diverting people from noticing my short comings – it’s exhausting.
I know what I don’t know. I wish it was the other way around. I wish I were unconsciously incompetent. A blissful ignorance. Did you read “Flowers for Algernon
”? The main character has a mental deficiency, and participates in an experiment to “make him smart”. It works, but as he progresses through the story he notices the test subject (a mouse) is declining and realizes his own fate. He wishes the same for himself. To be back to a stat where he didn’t know any differently. Where he was happy and carefree about his “lack” of knowledge.
All the while, wishing I could write.
I shudder when people rave about my “brilliance” and how smart they think I am. It’s going to inevitably come crashing down around me. It’s not sustainable. They will eventually see the real me. The one who can’t understand basic grammar rules, and still counts with her fingers under the desk.
please don’t call me stupid
The wish that's underlying each moment in every day. And now I can't help wondering, if maybe embracing that very part of me (the part that isn't all that bright - possibly even stupid?) would help me move forward.
Or, is simply coming "out of the closet" and telling you my greatest fear, enough?
I'm not entirely sure. Maybe this is simply some mid-winter blues helping me create a "pity party", although I suspect it's not. This dip in self esteem has been an underlying current throughout my life, commented on by everyone near and dear to me.
So, I will hit publish. And I will find tiny pieces of courage, today & tomorrow, and maybe every day this year. We'll see!
For the short version (but with more pictures) to see my 15 minutes of fame over at LeonieDawson.com
(as part of Leonie Dawson's annual guest posting event)
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