Writing Me… I am {Brook}

Welcome to Writing Me: Part III, a community writing project to celebrate creative inspiration collectively, and as individuals. For the next few weeks, we will be writing the I Am Poem. Be sure to link yours up! This week, we’re sharing Brook’s.

 

I am undefined.

I wonder who I am and where this wonderful life will lead me.

I hear the voices in heart guiding me on a journey of self discovery.

I see pain, joy, sadness and hope along the way.

I want to be free to create and express myself.

I am a work in progress.

I pretend to be a mother, wife, athlete and writer.

I feel inadequate of these titles; I did not earn them.

I touch souls but do they touch mine?

I worry all the time about not being good enough or if I’m worthy of the “life” I’ve been given.

I cry tears of joy and sorrow; both cleanse my soul.

I am looking for answers.

I know I may never find them.

I say “who cares” and go about my day, my life and cherish EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT.

I dream of a time when the bitterness in my heart is replaced with unrelenting joy.

I try to be the best ME I can be.

I hope to be better to grow and flourish like the trees in spring.

I am ME.

  Brook is a spunky redhead who shares her views on life, love, kids and the world via her blog Readhead Reverie. She never sugar coats it and never acts like she’s perfect, because truthfully wouldn’t that be so FREAKING BORING.

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Definition of a Writer {Guest Post}

On Monday’s we like to talk creativity and inspiration, today on writing. What is the definition of a writer? Please welcome Brook as she shares her thoughts and words.

Source: positivelysplendid.com via Brook on Pinterest

“You’re such a good writer.” Someone said to me recently.

Immediately I mumble a thanks and blush, because honestly I DON’T consider myself a writer.

I never have. Not even when I wrote freelance articles for the local paper or wrote stories for newsletters I NEVER once considered myself a writer.

That title is special. It’s saved for people who write flowery prose and meld words into a picture for the reader.

I write in broken paragraphs, and run on sentences with commas in the wrong places. I write in a frazzled hurried way {mostly because I’m writing on my lunch hour and need to crank my thoughts out as quickly as they come to my warped brain.}

What do you think makes someone a writer?

I’m not sure. Hence the question.

Webster’s defines a writer as some one who has written something and someone whose work is to write books, poems or stories.

Hmmm, puzzling yet again.

The first definition in its language is vague to say the least.

I wouldn’t consider a person writing a random email a writer, but … what if that email moved you, made you take action or made you feel a strong emotion. Then is that person a writer for eliciting a reaction from the reader? Is that what defines a writer?

Or is it just words on a page or screen?

Personally I’ve always defined it as someone who gets paid to write. But…then where does that put a meager blogger like myself?

I have followers, and readers, but I don’t make money from my words.

I write like it’s a job. Planning posts, setting aside time to write and massaging words into sentences.

WRITER – a confusing word and one that I don’t feel worthy of.

And yet I write.

I write so I don’t have to hire a therapist.

I write to make people laugh.

I write so I don’t forget special moments and all the awesome, witty words I have floating my head.

But most of all I write because I NEED to.

Like I need food, water and oxygen, I need a pen, paper and a head full words.

Does that make me a writer? I’ll let you decide.

Source: tumblr.com via Brook on Pinterest

Brook is a spunky redhead who shares her views on life, love, kids and the world via her blog Readhead Reverie. She never sugar coats it and never acts like she’s perfect, because truthfully wouldn’t that be so FREAKING BORING.———

Monday’s on the Bigger Picture Blogs Facebook page we’re going to introduce some Creative Inspiration. We will post 1-3 words and encourage you to roll those words around in your head and be inspired. Use them to propel you out of the Monday funk and into a creative mood.

Use them as you will.

Take a Photo
Write a Poem
Write a post
Write two sentences
Paint a picture

The point is to use them to infuse your Monday with 5 minutes of creativity.

There is no link up, no need to post by a certain day. Just inspiration and creativity on what could be an uninspiring day.

We encourage you to write on our Facebook wall or leave a link with what you were inspired to do.

Writing Me: Where I’m From {Brook}

I am from river cities and small towns with corn fields as far as the eye can see.

From Chewy Chips Ahoy cookies with a tall glass of cold milk and Happy Joe’s taco pizza with Whitey’s ice cream for dessert. From plastic horses that galloped like wind and from Barbies with pink sports cars and stacks of Golden books.

From duplexes, apartments, fixer uppers and zero lots with old friends for neighbors.

I am from the sweet smell of lilacs in the springtime and the smiling faces of pansies blooming in the summer sun. From lilly pads in garden ponds brimming with shimmering goldfish.

From strong stubborn Germans and blond haired, blue eyed Swedes. From a single dad and a remarried mother. From step families knitted together by love and circumstance.

I am from Fate and faith and the belief in things bigger than myself.

I’m from mega shopping trips with my grandmother and learning everything I know about gardening from her. From singing to the Grease soundtrack into my hairbrush and creating dance routines to TV commercials.

I’m from salisbury steak TV dinners with my dad while watching The A-Team and Magnum PI, and from daddy daughter nights at girl scouts.

From knee boarding on the Mississippi behind my stepdad’s fishing boat and baiting hooks to fish for blue gill.

From being called an over emotional spaz, geek and overall nerd. From finding myself in my twenties and rising above all labels. From being unique and an individual. I’m from overcoming negative thoughts and worries. From surviving abuse and eating disorders and finally being comfortable in my own skin.

I am from dreams and passions yet to be discovered. From traveling the journey of life and anticipating the excitement it will bring.

Brook is a spunky redhead who shares her views on life, love, kids and the world via her blog Readhead Reverie. She never sugar coats it and never acts like she’s perfect, because truthfully wouldn’t that be so FREAKING BORING.

Writing Me is a community writing project. We’d love to have you join us. Link YOUR piece here!