Today's prompt from Stream of Consciousness Sunday from AllThingsFadra.com:
What does it mean to reinvent yourself?
I have lost count of how many times I have reinvented myself.
I left a stable job with corporate America after my first baby was stillborn and I just needed a break from everything that was before she died. I played stay-at-home, Bible Study going, nodding at the cocktail party attending, no one asking me a question at parties because I obviously wasn’t interesting enough to talk to woman for a bit. I segued into county bureaucrat for a while – which nearly killed me until I reinvented myself as life coach/speaker/teleclass leader/writer/poet.
The writer/poet was actually the given throughout my entire life. The other costumes were like skins, shed when I was time to evolve into the next me.
I am evolving right along now, right on schedule.
It has been nearly five years since my brother died, my Mom got diagnosed with cancer and Samuel got diagnosed with autism. The biggest event after that event was the non-event of “The Aftermath” which I am just now pulling out from underneath – the aftermath and all the accessories it comes alongside.
I am actually interested in my business again: that whole Life Coach/Teleclass Leading/Speaking/Writer/Performance Poet me is back, almost with a vengeance. I am laughing more. I am shedding less. I am talking less and acting more.
I am acting in theater less.
I am being 1,000 percent (and somewhat) comfortable with this latest reinvention of myself.
Sometimes I get flustered when my friends reinvent themselves in a way that interferes with my view of my own reinventions, but luckily I am so accustomed to it, I am entertained more than anything else. I nod and smile and remember what it was like when I reinvented myself for the first, second or third time.
Now I know my skin gets shed and a new skin is there, instantly. Sometimes it looks better, sometimes it looks worse, but it is always interesting. Life hasn’t been boring since I left my days as a bureaucrat.
Congratulations, beloved Fadra, for your most recent reinvention, even if it means Sundays won’t be precisely the same from now. It just makes space for the rest of us to be free to reinvent and live some questions of our own.
I honor this space you have created for us.
You are love incarnate as we are, too. I am grateful for this time. Maybe now you will have more time to tell your stories? Whatever you decide, do it with the great love you are – that goes for each and all of you, not only Fadra.
Be love as you shed your skin and stand back, looking in the mirror at your new skin. It looks good on you.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
- Link up your post at AllThingsFadra.com
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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