“I returned to the states with a renewed sense of purpose.”
It’s been two months since I left Turkey.
After getting off the boat trip from hell, I took a bus up the coast to where my aunt and uncle coincidentally live on their sail boat. I recovered there for a week with the comforts of family, good food, and real sleep. I headed back to Istanbul where protesting continued and, within a few days, decided to throw in the towel and go home.
Home.
I felt defeated considering America home. I had always envisioned myself living on the coast of Greece or in a tiny cabin near the Himalayas. Having hours to myself admiring the beauty of wherever I played house, learning new languages and cultures daily. I wanted to be Hemingway—and I still do, minus the majority of his life choices and his final chapter. Mostly, though, I wanted to be a writer.
The importance of my uncomfortable situation in Turkey is it made me realize that haphazardly throwing myself at half-assed, drunkenly concocted plans to have material didn’t make me a writer. But guess what does? Drum roll please. Baddadadadadadaddddaaa (drum noises) ccchhhhhaaaa (cymbols) Ta da! (Me jumping out of a cake). What were we talking about? Oh yeah. Writing makes me a writer.
I had been so focused on this idea I had of what it meant to be a writer that I missed what it meant to be a writer. And that’s whatever I want it to be as long as I’m writing. Writing articles that don’t get published, reasons to move to [insert city here], a review of a movie/book/Piggly Wiggly coupon, and ANYTHING else I can find. Because one day the things I really want to write about will get published. The things with earth shattering ideas and prose like Hemingway. But even if they don’t, I can’t stop trying.
That. Is what makes me a writer.
So I’m recognizing the pattern and making a change. I returned to the states with a renewed sense of purpose. Never again did I want someone dictating my every movement. I would take a realistic amount of control of my life and choose which direction I wanted to go.
In addition to taking any and all writing opportunities I can find, I enrolled in a certification program to become a wellness coach. I am acknowledging yoga as a more central part of my life and preparing for a teacher training program in the spring.
I am using every gift I have to inspire others to live a joyful and fulfilling life, because I’ll be damned if I go out without a fight. They tried to get me down, but when you already have the knowledge that life can be as beautiful as you want it to be, no one can take that away from you.
So, here I am giving you permission to stop whatever pattern that’s preventing you from being you. I’m giving you permission to change. Because sometimes we’re waiting for someone to tell us it’s OK.
Who do you want to be? What patterns are preventing that? I encourage you to think about this, even if you’re not ready to act. It’s like yoga: there’s no rush to reach a pose, you have your whole life to work on it.