When I read Michelle Obama’s memoir, Becoming, it felt like a conversation with a good friend–casual, witty, and personal. Then, as talk with a good friend often does, her words became just what I needed to hear. “For me, becoming isn’t about arriving somewhere or achieving a certain aim. I see it, instead, as forward motion, a means of evolving, a way to reach continuously toward a better self. The journey doesn’t end.”
Of course! No matter our age, we’re all in the process of becoming some new innovation of ourselves. Approaching eighty, I find myself sorting through memories, reconsidering what I’ve learned, and putting together the worldview I see today. I am keen to put my thoughts into words, but I’ve never been a successful journal writer. It is much easier for me to write when I can picture someone reading what I’ve said. Thank you for being the one for whom I’m posting these thoughts.
So It Seems Redux
A funny thing happened on the way to this blog. I’d been thinking about writing, about writing processes—about my writing process. I was questioning whether my writing had an authentic voice. Wondering—then I found myself pondering specifically if I hadn’t had this very same thought before. A quick skim through the blogs I’ve published, and there was my answer. Yes, I had. I let myself get momentarily exasperated. Then I countered with a more positive attitude; perhaps I have more to say. Or,...
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