Alphabet Writing Challenge
I attended my very first writing group, it was exciting and amazing to be in the room with a diverse group of writers/publishers/authors etc.
We went around the room and introduced ourselves, sharing a little bit of information about what we wanted to get from the group. Afterwards, we were given the alphabet challenge, which was to write a story, etc., but each sentence had to start with one letter of the alphabet, and you could only use the letter once. Below is what I had written, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t mess up.
Try not to laugh when I tell you this, but when I got to the letter “X”, for some reason I thought that exhilarating started with an “X” instead of an “E”. I am laughing as I type this because we met on Thursday and on Saturday was when I noticed how ridiculous I was. I then decided to go with “x-ray” instead.
To give you a little background as you read this. I tend to struggle a lot with trying to figure out how God is going to use my past and my gifts and talents for his glory. I also struggle with stepping out on faith because I start thinking how I may end up being rejected, which makes me upset with myself for being vulnerable once again. As I was writing this, I was trying to tell the story of how I am slowly overcoming those fears and believing that God is with me and that everything will be alright.
I always dreamed of a better version of myself.
Daring to overcome my fears, I took a step forward.
Life got in the way, and I started to stumble.
Being vulnerable wasn’t a feeling that I loved.
Overwhelmed by crippling thoughts, I wanted to hide.
You didn’t think things through clearly, I would tell myself.
With tears pouring down like rain drops, I stopped hoping.
Underestimating my talents, I gave up.
This wasn’t the time to be brave.
For a moment, I had forgotten my freedom.
God didn’t bring me this far for me to give up now.
Here I go again, daring to be brave.
Expectations are what I had.
Carelessly enough, they were always unmet.
An attitude of rage rose inside me.
Surrounded by empty thoughts.
Jokingly, I told myself that I would be okay.
Knowing I would end up here was clear.
Patiently walking through a dark place, looking for the light.
Quarreling with my accomplishments, I settled for less.
Steadily, I took another step forward.
Running wasn’t an option anymore.
Vague memories of hope always kept me up at night.
Nothing could stop me now.
X-ray vision as I look towards the future.
Zoning out from my previous mistakes.
My time is finally here.