Life in Denmark isn't always easy and it sure thing ain't cheap. So to save on some expenses me and my best friend have been cooking more, making shopping lists before even thinking about going to a shop and we have also been baking bread. She makes the bread and I beak it. It is one of the unspeakable ways we do things. We have been doing it for couple of weeks now, every time trying something new.
Today as we assessed our last masterpiece we were discussing how to make it better. In that moment I saw the parallel to my writing. The way we did it! No judgment, simply figuring out what went wrong and knowing what to change the next time. No blaming yourself. Pods didn't fly in frustration. It feels so logical for me that if you want to get better you have to make mistakes.
So why is it that writing is so scary for me. Why do I put the pen down or close my computer so often thinking that people won't like it, nobody will read it! And what if they judge, point out my mistakes? Why is it that I have learned to live with it in almost every part of my life except for writing. Why am I so stubborn to let myself try to make mistakes, learn from them. The ironic thing is that in life, kitchen, relationships I love to asses what is not working, try something different and grow in the process.
I started to think that maybe my heart isn't quite there... Yet I have stories to tell.... Yet I always find my way back to words... Yet I start over and over...
Is it fear of failure or is it a simple laziness? The more I think about it the more I see that it all is about doing things and knowing how to fail.
It wasn't like I was a good cook. I actually remember myself swearing that I will never be able to cook. Now I taste an excellent soup in the cafe and the next thing I do I make a soup myself, something different, but still a soup.
Kitchen is all about learning the basics, trying new things and eventually developing a feeling, a taste for the food and the art of making it!
Wonder what might happen if I gave the same approach to my writing life?
What about you? At witch part, the basics, adventure or the taste for creating, is your writing life at? What pushed you to move from one to another?
(Photo credit to my little sister Linda)
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