How Nature Helped Me Overcome Imposture Syndrome
I'm not a Christian. I don't acquiesce to the command of a God who desires my subservient compliance and blind adoration; however, I am definitely down with being like a tree planted by the still waters. On Tuesday, April 12, 2021; I went for my normal morning walk in my neighborhood. Three miles, four days a week... thank you very much. 😁 Anyway, I am living the path and gave myself over to the magic of the natural environment. Noticing how beautiful the monochromatic green scape was. How amazing it all seemed to work together without competition or disharmony.
I noticed one of the branches had been cut away from a gorgeous Ash. I also noticed how the wound was filled in with solidified sap. In my observation and connection with nature, I realized we aren't unlike trees in our own natural ability. Regardless of how we sustain them, we are equipped to self-administer our own form of 'sap' to fill in and heal what hurts us most.
After looking up this phenomenon, I realized two things: one: I've been suffering with this syndrome since I decided to take a stab at professionaly writing and, two: This syndrome is an injury that we can heal ourselves. Which brings me to my Tuesday morning walk. (Stick with me... It comes together quite nicely, promise 😃)
Writers are a unique and particularly tortured bunch of individuals who never find the elusive perfection we seek. We either seek to create perfection in our writing, in our philanthropic endeavors, or through our lifestyles. Ask any writer how many times they've agonized about using one word over the other when they mean the exact same damn thing. It's horrible! Pushing that 'publish' button and running into the nearest room with a door that locks and screaming like a banshee until the tears all dry up and/or the cops have been called to haul our crazy asses away from the self-destructive spiral we spin into.
Where does this anxiety come from? The same place all dense energy in motion comes from... Fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of being laughed at, ridiculed. God forbid, others don't understand what the hell we're trying to do or say with our writing. Why does it matter? Simple...
Injured Writers Create from a Wounded and Bruised Place.
Whole Writers Create from a Place of Acceptance, Love, Compassion, and Forgiveness.