It’s not just about the writing anymore.

I interviewed for the Docent Program at the Art Museum today. During the interview one of the two women looked at my application and said to me, “I see that you’re a freelance writer, tell us a little about that.”

I told them how I had left Corporate America in April because filing, stapling and collating were not my passions. I told them how now I get to write all day and actually become excited when I wake up in the morning. I told them

I no longer hate Mondays. I told them that my philosophy on writing is to make the ordinary, extraordinary. I told them I was finally happy and felt that I had conquered a huge fear and that I was ready to conquer more.
They were very impressed. They said to me that I spoke with passion. One of the women said, “Listening to you makes me feel like picking up a pen again.”

Then they asked me why I wanted to be in the program. I told them it was because when I began to write I felt at peace and I also felt amazing but asked myself, “Why stop there?” I discovered that I wanted to learn art as well but then I asked myself, “Why stop there?” And that’s when I decided I wanted a career in art and found out about the program at the Museum. I told them that I felt the program was perfect for me because I am so eager to learn and share my excitement and passion for art. I told them how I felt I had always pushed aside my creativity for the greater good of Corporate America but now was my time to learn and indulge. I told them that that this program seemed like it would give me guidance, show me different paths of art and careers in it. It would let me explore, learn and play. I told them that’s exactly what I wanted.

They accepted me on the spot.

Things are coming together and I am starting to form some kind of wonderful beginning. I’m writing every day, I’m being published by two magazines in September and October, I’ve sent out specs to several others and am working with them on being published. I’ve enrolled in two art classes & I’m now in the Docent Program at the Art Gallery.

This would not have been possible several months ago. My mind had different priorities then. Before, I had to worry about keeping my co-workers happy, looking after the office, stapling, how much money I was making and was I being paid fairly. I had to worry about commuting, about buying clothes that were “appropriate” for the office and I had to worry about what my image was and what people thought of me when I told them my title. I had to worry about how tired I’d be when I got home. I worried that I had lost myself and the life I wanted would never begin.

By realising that I am a writer and creative person has changed my perspective so completely. I now realise how much I can do and want to do. I know that going in a new direction isn’t such a crazy and useless idea and that what ever I want to be I can be – even if others don’t see it or believe it.

I realised how listening to my heart and forgetting everything else, makes me feel complete.

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