I struggled with what to write this morning. My mind bounced all over the place. A slice of my younger life? A slice of my teaching life? A slice of my parenting life? There are so many slices and the writer must select one just for today. I imagine the choosing is much like “All a sculptor has to do is to take a big block of marble and just chip off all that isn’t necessary for the figure.” So I have chipped away all that is unnecessary for you to understand today's slice.
"I just have to tell you a story about something, listen if you feel like it..." said my new friend.
"I had a moment of outrage and I need to spend time venting, so I'm coming to you," said another.
"It's going to be a tough day for me today, so I just wanted to check in before I head out," said the third.
Recently three women and I decided to create a Voxer group about our writing. I refer to it as my writing group when my husband asks why my Voxer seems to be ringing all the time. "You must have a lot of writing going on," he says as he rolls his eyes. He doesn't connect the Vox with the writing, methinks. People who aren't writers don't understand the process that is writing. That writing is about pen to paper is only 50% of the process. It's the talking, looking, reading, and thinking that make up the other 50%.
Writing is why we came together and it's why we stay, but it's also this friendship--this community--that has changed my life. I mean that literally. My life is changed. I have a community of very smart, very passionate women friends who care if I write every day. Who worry if I sound sad about something. Who want to know what I think about a subject. It's not that I have no one else to turn to or that I haven't ever had a group of supportive women in my life before, but it just happens to be the perfect chemical combination at the right time. I know what a scientist feels like when her research starts producing the results she's been hoping for.
My writing is better than its ever been and my voice has a place.