We all want our story heard, to make a lasting mark on the world (or at least our corner of it), to help others benefit from our experience. To that end, I’ve been writing a memoir off and on for the last five years (mostly off…). But I know that if I am going to put it out in the world, I need to put it out in the world.
It can be unnerving. Is it clear? Is it good? Does it make sense, and in the way I mean it to make sense? Is it a complete story? Is it worthy? Does it rise to the level of someone else, anyone else, really caring? Or has this been a five-year exercise in leaving something for my family? (Not a BAD thing!)
So right before I left for a Thanksgiving trip to visit my parents, I put it out in the world. I sent it to a coach for critique. I expected to be on edge, anxiously waiting. I’m not sure how much is trusting my coach, and how much is trusting my work, but I am eagerly moving on to projects that have been waiting in the wings for quite some time. So while I wait, exciting new things are on the horizon.