Dear 30-Year-Old-Me,
The past two weeks, I had been writing. What I have written gives me the hibby jibbies. The hair on my neck and my arms seem to stand on end from the writing that I do.
I am actually preparing to launch a blog. It is a self help blog. Thing is - when I started writing instructions to what I thought would be my readers, I realized that it's hard for me to give any instructions.
So I decided to call upon my inspiration and ask him to help me out. There is a writer named Elizabeth Gilbert ( she wrote Eat, Pray, Love ). She spoke in a TED Talk and she posited that the post-modern view of a writer being a tortured soul who needs to give birth to their creation is a departure from the ancient point of view of creation. Creation is not the sole product of the self. Creators partner with a spirit which the Greeks call Daemon and the Romans call the Genius. So you see - in the ancient times, a Genius is the inspiration who brings forth the creation. In our times, Genius is the person who brings forth the creation. Imagine how big of a responsibility it is for the creator - and to be honest - any creative work is too much for a person to bear the responsibility to bring it forth.
So I called on to my Genius and asked for her help.
Then a voice seems to have spoken to me - and said - why don't you write about the conversations that you have with yourself when you face the difficult decisions in your life?
I played around with the voice - and said - sure - why not? What am I going to lose by doing that?
Uhmm ... a lot? You know what I mean. The voices in our head can be evil. I would never dare let anyone hear what I say to myself.
That voice is selfish, jealous, impatient, judgmental. I don't want people to see me in that light.
But then --- they don't see me in that light. Most people actually see me as the mild mannered one.
The voice said - that I should write about it because most people would want to find the courage to actually squash those voices in their head.
Ok then --- so write I did.
I have written three articles so far - and they give me the hibby jibbies. It's inspired writing. At least - if I see this in a book somewhere - I will buy the book.
I wish I will have the courage to publish it.
With Much Love,
The forty year old you
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