I’m often told that my writing is very honest- that I’m not afraid of putting myself out there on the page. And I definitely find this is true. In fact, I’m more honest in my writing than in actual conversation. Not because I am untruthful in real conversation, but because I often just can’t find the right way to express myself. Somehow, in writing, I always can.
I’ve been thinking about this phenomenon a lot lately. Namely due to this guy I went out on a couple of dates with. Let me emphasize A COUPLE OF DATES. I’ll be more precise. TWO dates. You’ll see why the number is important in a minute.
This guy is very nice and we had a good time hanging out together. He’s also very religious. Not religious in the sense that he thinks you’ll go to hell for smoking, drinking, and cursing, because he certainly does those things, but religious in the sense that he feels a very deep faith in God and Jesus.
I respect his faith. I respect anyone who is able to have an unwavering belief that God is the answer to anything. But. I am not one of those people/ I believe in God, but I don’t always like him. This turned out to be a problem for said guy.
Personally, I think discussing religion on the first couple of dates is a BIG MISTAKE. But, God isn’t as important to me as it is to him, so the subject came up. I tried to explain I wasn’t comfortable talking about it, but it was important to him. I finally wrote down my entire history with church and God because I felt like I wasn’t expressing myself very well verbally.
I am really proud of what I wrote. I found it incredibly beautiful and honest. One day maybe I’ll share it with you, but it is still very personal.
The whole experience also made me think about myself in a new way. I’ve decided I’m pretty awesome. I’m not saying that from a conceited place, but from a it’s-time-I-had-a-little-more-confidence place. Because really, I’m an awesome person. If things had worked out with the guy, he would have been lucky to have me. Because I’m funny, and witty, and I don’t always take everything so seriously. I can have fun sitting in the Garden Center at Wal-Mart playing dots. (One of the activities on our first date.) I’m smart, and dammit, I’m going to do something incredible in life. I don’t know what that thing is yet, but I believe it’s going to happen. I have passion. I care about people. I’m thoughtful. I’m pretty when I get dressed up. I’m freaking awesome, and just because no guy has been able to handle all of my awesomeness up til now, doesn’t mean that no guy ever will. Because some guy is going to see it. And he is going to be incredibly awesome, too.
One other thing I learned this week (which has absolutely nothing to do with the other two things), thanks to Nathan Bransford’s blog: I use too much repetition in my writing. It is always good when you see a post by an agent that helps you recognize and remedy a problem! Thank you, Nathan!
So, to recap, what I’ve learned this week:
1) I’m able to express myself more completely through written words.
2) I’m pretty f***ing awesome.
3) I need to edit for repetition.
A pretty good week, I think!