What I Learned Wednesday - Epiphanies Happen When You Aren't Looking
Join the fun, post what you learned this week, and link up below. The code for the image is located in my sidebar. All I ask is you link back to this post. Oh, and make sure you link to your post and not your blog in general, okay?Today was much like any other day since I lost my job a year ago [it was a year last Wednesday]. I woke up after everyone else had gone for the day [work, school] and reheated some coffee. I let the dog out, then proceeded to check my email.
I now have a few more email addresses and am juggling several blogs. This year I am actively participating in NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month]. I am pleased to announce that as of yesterday I had written 20,085 words of the 50,000 word challenge. In participating in this challenge I am being exposed to many writers. Some of these writers, to me, have far greater talent than I do.
Between managing my blogs [of course I did fall behind on this here blog], schoolwork, family responsibilities, and all those other things I am supposed to concern myself, I have been plugging along towards finishing my novel [or very rough draft] and winning the NaNoWriMo challenge. It is with my mind set towards this goal that I had my epiphany.
First, I wanted to share [part of] the definition of epiphany as given by dictionary.com:
I actually learned two things since I did not realize where the term epiphany arose - as in meaning #1. But I was fully aware of the term as defined in #2.
- a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day.
- a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
It was this sudden, intuitive perception that struck me today. I realized that everything I have been searching for, the meaning I seek was always there. I am a writer. Not that I want to be a writer, but I am a writer.
All these thoughts that run rampant through my mind. Ever since I was a child. As long as I can remember. These are characters waiting to be set free. Waiting for pen to meet paper [or fingers on keyboard to meet screen]. Waiting to be given the breath of life. Waiting for me to give to them the chance to work out their isms. Letting them love, and want, and get angry, and scared. Letting them grow. I am a writer.
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