This week, I am beginning a writing course – Story101.
I haven’t shared this with many people because so far when I have, I’ve been met with concerned stares and well-intentioned “are you crazy?” responses. And I know it’s because they genuinely care. My life is ridiculously busy – two small children, two intensely demanding part-time jobs, ministry within a blossoming church plant, marriage. Most weeks, I spin like a tornado from Sunday into Saturday, pausing for a few hours (if I’m lucky) to catch my breath before beginning the cycle again. Why oh why would I add another thing to my plate when I’m already dropping my food every time I try to take a bite?
Because for nearly seven years, I have not done a single thing to take a step towards my passions. Not. One. Single. Thing.
And I would not go so far as to say the time has been wasted because it hasn’t. I got married (yes, please). I gave birth to two precious treasures (and now I know what it is like to hold the world in my arms). I have stepped through the doors that have opened and as a result, I’ve had my character sharpened, some skills refined. So, yes, I have done some roundabout things that are undoubtedly important.
But there are two things that unleash a fire in me, that unlock the heart of God to me, that speak of life and love and adventure and mystery waiting. Two things in which I lose myself and find myself all at once.
Music. And words.
I should be pursuing the first as well, but I will transparently admit that particular passion has been the source of tremendous wounds that are still gaping and so I can’t. Not right now.
But words have been churning in me, and I know in my bones it is time to write again. To write seriously. To embrace the discipline, the creativity, the vulnerability.
So, do I have time for a writing course? No, not really. But this time I am choosing to be crazy rather than to go crazy. Because I need to create. I need to stand on tiptoes straining for a glimpse of the eternal. I need to try and capture with words what words are ultimately hopeless to express.
And I wonder, what is locked up in you that needs to be released? What is buried under the cluttered layers of ordinary? What should you tap into your inner crazy for the courage to pursue again? Don’t go crazy with the wondering of what might have been, with the pent up bottling of passion.
Today is as good a day as any to chase your story.