Finding Your Thing

When I first began to face my fear of writing almost four years ago, I had no idea where it was going. I had something on my heart and it needed to come out. I mustered up enough courage to share it in the Notes section on Facebook. At the time, I had heard of  blogging but I didn’t think it was something for me.

I stumbled upon a group called FaithWriters and committed to writing up to 750 word stories on a particular topic each week. A buried passion once too scared to come out from hiding was now making weekly public appearances.  It felt good.  I could not wait to see what the new topic was going to be each week.

Several months later, I decided to check out that thing called blogging.  Maybe there really was something to it. Maybe I did have something to share with others.  While writing for FaithWriters each week, I was challenged to write fiction pieces.  I discovered something from that journey.  I don’t really like to write fiction. I enjoyed the challenge each week but I still felt as if I hadn’t quite found my thing yet.

Over the last couple of years, it’s been hard for me to admit that I don’t have any desire to write fiction. I admire people who can do it well.  I admire people who enjoy it and who find fulfillment in it.  I once secretly hoped that I could be that kind of writer…just like I once secretly longed to be a person who loves to scrapbook. But I am not.  I don’t love to write fiction.  I don’t love to scrapbook.

I know this might sound cliché but life is too short to pretend to be interested in things you are not interested in.  I want to spend my time doing the things that make me feel alive.  I want to do the things that ignite the spark in my heart and that prompt me to jump out of bed in the morning eager to attempt it again today and then again tomorrow and the next day.  That’s the kind of writing I want to focus on.

The blog I initially set up several years ago slowly began to take on a different shape than the writing I first started doing.  I discovered I like to write non-fiction. I like to write about the lessons God is teaching me along the road of life.  I like to spread hope and encouragement by sharing my own experiences. This was my thing.  This was the writing I was passionate about.

This month, I am joining a community of writers at Writers Unite who have committed themselves for the month of October to do the writing that really matters, the writing they know they should be doing, and the writing that scares them. I told Jim Woods (the creator of Writers Unite) recently I wasn’t quite sure what this was going to look like for me but that I was excited to be a part of a group encouraging each other in this way.  Who doesn’t need encouragement along the road?

He challenged me to simply commit to writing something that will stretch me this month and to be willing to share it with you all.

Okay!  I am in!

What about you?  Have you found your thing?  What makes you come alive?

 

 

4 thoughts on “Finding Your Thing

  1. Jamie Kocur

    Woo hoo! I’m the same way with fiction. I haven’t tried writing much, but it’s something I’d like to be good at. And maybe someday I will, but right now I feel called to write about my life and the lessons I’m being taught.

    I’m a part of Writers Unite too, and I’m trying to get a rough draft of a book done that I’ve had in my head for awhile. It feels good to get it out.

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  2. Tracy

    Hi Eileen – its like you are in my head girl!!! I also had dreams of “writing” just no imagination, sigh… I also came upon blogging and I am hooked. I love writing about the Lord and all He has done and how He leads me in my written attempts to encourage others. I think my “thing” is to encourage and I came upon it by “writing” lol. God certainly has a sense of humor! Great post Eileen, because it makes me look at myself and identify my “thing” Thank you sweet lady
    God bless
    Tracy
    ps: I also am so not a scrapbook person, it most certainly is not my “thing” 🙂

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    1. Eileen Post author

      Haha! Very similar, Tracy! Wish you lived closer. We could sit on the couch talk, write, drink coffee and tea and NOT scrapbook. 🙂

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