I so enjoy reading the blogs on WordPress. They don’t just inspire ‘me’, they often inspire an idea. Just like Tony’s post on his blog, Finding Subjects, did yesterday. He wrote about a turtle he saw on a walk.
It was far from water, and all holed up in its shell. He wondered if the turtle needed help, and debated whether or not to intervene. He talked to it (didn’t mention what he said in his post) and it must have been exactly the encouragement the turtle needed, because it stuck its neck out and walked away.
A lovely story, don’t you think?
Got me thinking about all the times I’ve needed a gentle prod. A thumbs-up. A nudge. A kick in the pants.
There are times even the strongest, most determined, most confident, most ‘together’ of us, are uncertain. Or insecure. Not quite committed enough. In an I’ll-get-around-to-it-later mood. Or just not sure we should or could or would.
If you’re lucky, like I am, you’ve got someone (or lots of someones) in your life, ready to spring into action and help. To listen. Talk you through it. Make suggestions. Offer help. Set you straight. Play devil’s advocate. Be the voice of reason. Just push you.
My first house had a boring front garden. Out with a friend one day, I said I was thinking of fixing it up. The next thing I knew, she was at my front door with two huge shovels and everything else we’d need to dig it all up. Of course, once we’d finished, I had no choice but to go buy flowers and plants. If she hadn’t taken the bull by the horns, I know I’d never have done it. I was so inspired, I re-did the little back garden and planted dozens of pots and window boxes. All my neighbours then got in on the action; and ours was the most beautiful street in the area.
When I mentioned to a colleague I was thinking of taking up pilates, she was on the Internet in a nano second. She then handed me a list of five or six studios in the neighbourhood, for consideration. She knew I’d love it. She knew it would be good for me. And she knew I’d probably procrastinate. So she made sure I had no excuses. It worked.
Several jobs ago I found myself suffering from the blahs. The novelty had worn off. It was no longer challenging. It had become routine. Dull. For a long time I kept it all bottled up. When I couldn’t stand it anymore I asked my closest friend to meet me for lunch. It took her a while to pry it out of me, but eventually I admitted how I was feeling. We reviewed all my options, some of which I really hadn’t considered before talking to her.
Eventually the conversation turned to the idea of me freelancing, instead of working full time. She felt, rightly so, it would give me the variety and freedom I was craving. Back then the thought of giving up the security of a job made me a bit twitchy. She made me confront all my concerns. We discussed all the pros and cons. In the end, I admitted as appealing as it was, I wasn’t ready to take the leap. At least not then. The steady pay cheque was a security blanket I still needed.
But she helped me understand the job I had was where I belonged, for the time being. I had to ‘renew my vows’, in other words. And give it my all. Which I did for several more years, until an offer I couldn’t refuse came along. And we both agreed one day, when ‘all the stars were aligned’, and the timing was ‘right’, I’d set up shop at home.
Four years ago turned out to be the perfect time for me to strike out on my own. To freelance. I woke up one day, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. And did it. Thanks in large part to that three-hour lunch with my very wise friend.
And that wasn’t the only time she gave me the encouragement I needed.
For years I’ve wanted to write a book. I felt there was one in me. I just couldn’t settle on what to write. I’d try an idea and a few paragraphs in, I’d give up on it. There were crumpled up pieces of paper everywhere. I took book writing classes. Same outcome. Finally I decided to give it a rest. Fast forward several years. I woke up one morning and, out of the blue, I knew what I was going to write about. This, after years of not even thinking about it.
Instead of telling anyone, I kept it to myself. Wrote the idea down, along with what had inspired it, and tucked it away. Because the timing wasn’t right.
About a year later, my mother died. I took her back to Montreal so she could be buried with my father. The same friend who talked me off the freelance ledge (my oldest, closest, dearest friend) came with me. As the train pulled out of the station, I turned to her and said: “I’m going to write a book about my mother.” And I started to tell her what the premise would be.
She smiled. And without saying a word she reached into her bag and pulled out a note pad and a pen, which she handed to me. It was all I needed. That one ‘action’ reassured me. It said more than words could ever have said:
She believed in what I wanted to do. She believed I could do it. She believed I should do it. She believed in me.
And, like the turtle in Tony’s story, I stuck my neck out. Only difference is, instead of walking away I moved from wanting to write a book, to writing one.
I really try to be that person… the encouraging one. And I mostly succeed and it makes me happy, but reading this made me realize that I’m never on the other side… or hadn’t been anyway until recently when one of my blog followers told me they thought I should proceed with an idea! I’m really glad I started writing again. I’m even happier I started writing here. Kat
Yes, I try to be the person on the other side as well, and I do succeed. The interesting thing is, I usually learn something too. As for being on the receiving end, maybe you don’t ask often enough. Sometimes we’re afraid to embarrassed or just unwilling to say, “can I bounce something off you?”. Or “got a minute?”.
I’m definitely guilty of not wanting to “bother” anyone. I have this huge fear of rejection so I think that plays into it as well.
I doubt anyone would feel you were bothering them, especially as you’re so willing to reciprocate. Rejection isn’t nearly as painful as you think. Working in advertising has given me skin that’s as tough as nails. Everybody, including the cleaning lady and the client’s aunt Tillie has something to say about your work. Don’t take it personally. See if there’s any truth to any of it. Use it if there is, discard it if there isn’t. Move on. And remember, you don’t like everything and every one either.
Thank you, I really needed to hear what you said and even more, I really need to think about those things. I’m always too caught up in what others will think or feel rather than what I could gain from their opinions and knowledge.
I really enjoyed this post. I love the “signposts”, the people and the timing that comes along in life and moves us forward. It’s cultivating openness, so that when those opportunities or intentions come along, we recognize them. Lovely post, Fransi.
Thank you. Yes, it is all about being open. Rspecially to saying “can you help me with something?”
That’s wonderful. I really agree that sometimes you might want to do something, but it isn’t quite yet the right time. Lovely post. It’s good to be blessed with people who can point one in the right direction, or help you discover how you really feel about things when it’s difficult to know yourself.
Thank you. It is, I agree. I am very lucky.
What a coincidence just in after meeting with a friend who is a prolific writer we were discussing inspiration, we bounce ideas off of one another each time we meet, I benefit much more from the coffee interlude as I would describe myself as a scribbler while he is a writer – I intend, only with your say so emailing him a copy of your post Fransi as we were were talking about fate!!
Oh, please do. And thanks. Wouldn’t describe you as a “scribbler”, BTW. 🙂
Thanks Fransi, I’m drowning in inspiration!!!!!!!!
Nothing better!! Well, perhaps some nice, aged Port.
Fransi, I love your examples of true friendship here. It’s what I feel life is all about! (I’m not certain that Tony and the turtle qualify in the same category but his certainly was a friendly act.)
It is absolutely what life is all about; and I agree. The turtle story is just sweet. And it gave me a ‘hook’.
I appreciate your nudges. Thank you. And I always love a good animal story.
Awww, thank you. Me too. I love animals. Love your G3 stories.
I am the person people bounce things off. Because of my years in HR, people know I will tell the truth as I see it. Not maliciously but honestly (except for the question on whether the dress makes your butt look big and sometimes even then). I have one person that I occasionally use to do the same. I find that it is hard to find a good friend who can be objective and not respond through their own biases and filters. You’ve got a gem there.
Oh, I know. It’s been 40 years and counting.
“twitchy” – I like that word! It sounds much better than a similar word often used to describe my less pleasant moods.
It evokes an image. It’s one of those really descriptive words.
Definitely – descriptive and versatile 🙂
Wow! You sound like you have the most fantastic friend!!
I’m starting to feel a bit restless myself…
I do. I am very lucky. We have been friends a very, very long time and she probably knowsme better than I know me.
That’s very sweet 🙂
What is the name of your book about your mother? Are you done or in the process of writing it? I’d love to know more.
Up until very recently, when I had a couple of AHA moments, I had 2 more chapters to write. Now I am trying to figure out whether or not I want to toss it and start over.
I may be too subjective and so I am thinking of asking a book editor I met for her opinion. I’d pay her, of course, for her time. I’d explain my ‘big breakthroughs’ and let her read what I’ve done so far.
Maybe it’s a re-write, maybe a combination of some re-writing, some tossing and some keeping as is. I am just not sure yet.
The other thing is, my ‘voice’ has changed a lot since I started writing the book. Which is a whole other issue.
But I am anxious to finish it. It is a story I really want to tell. I had an amazing mother and I think her journey through old age and illness will inspire people. So I have promised myself to make the book my 2013 priority.
The title is In My Mother’s Name. There’s a story behind that, too, but I’m saving that for the book 🙂
Excellent – please keep “us” abreast of the progress. Sounds like a great story.
Thanks. I will 🙂