Monday, November 24, 2008

Notes from the Universe: 1

Leslie, every challenge is a stepping stone to a happier place than you even knew existed.

Oh, the magic,
The Universe


Leslie, one day soon you will be exceedingly glad for this very path you now tread.

Apparently the Universe understands the support I'm going to need for the next couple of weeks, as the fall quarter winds down and all my projects come due. It is usually during this (crunch) time of the quarter that I begin to really question what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.

Even though I now see myself going in a different direction in my life and career, I do not regret taking on this massive project known as graduate school. My degrees in English may or may not figure into what I ultimately end up doing for a living, but they are reminders of the things that I love: language, stories, poetry, writing, reading, metaphor, allusion.

Before I was anything, I was a writer. I am a writer, to this day.

And now, to finish out this quarter, I must write. Write until my hand hurts, write until I have no words left, write until I'm crying from frustration.

I'm counting on it leading to a peaceful place.


WeezerMonkey said...

I send you much love from one writer to another.

inflammatory writ said...

"Before I was anything, I was a writer. I am a writer, to this day."

Hope you don't mind if I write that little nugget down and tape it to my computer when I feel like shit about myself. Which is frequently, lately.

Leslie said...

WeeMo - thanks. :)

Kari - Sure, go ahead. Anything to help calm those feelings of feeling like shit about yourself (which I know all too well, myself).

Erika said...

WOW....words of wisdom from someone so wise!

You are one hell of a strong lady weather you know it or not.

Thanks for the inspiration....:)

Rock On!

Angie Eats Peace said...

Best of luck, friend.

Bex said...

Good luck! All the hard work is definitely worth it.

phairhead said...

yr really inspiring! thank you

amber said...

'notes from the universe' and i are not friends. like at all. i'm glad you find comfort in them. for me, i just see red.

[yeah, there is a story there, just can't get into it right now....]