I was talking to a friend the other night and she commented that everyone wants to hear what I have to say these days.
This is weird because I am the strong, silent type.
When I mentioned this, she said that maybe I should work on speaking up and out.
Friends, always putting the pressure on.
When I got off the phone, I started thinking about the wisdom that rang true in her words.
Friends, they’re not always wrong.
When I was in college, I once wrote a letter to my boyfriend back home breaking up with him. I couldn’t pull the trigger though, so I had my friend physically mail the letter. This placed all responsibility for the break up on her shoulder-pad clad shoulders. It was the 80s after all.
This has been my pattern. I’m skilled at expressing myself in words. I just suck at telling other people how I feel.
That’s been changing though, as my friend had pointed out.
Friends, sometimes they say something worth noting.
Here, in no particular order, is a list of recent events that have presented me with an opportunity to say something to an audience:
- This blog. If you are reading this, you are reading my thoughts. Scary, I know.
- A major newspaper interviewed me regarding the Supreme Court’s recent ruling on gay marriage.
- A fellow blogger interviewed me for an article on being butch.
- I won third place in a writing contest. My submission, a chapter from my memoir, has been published in a newsletter available at a local bookstore.
So, yeah, it’s been a ride.
Here’s the truth. I couldn’t have done it without my friends. The one on the phone and all of the others who have supported my creativity and weirdness for decades.
And, all of you blog readers and followers. You were the ones who first let me know that total strangers were interested in what I had to say.
And, the writers in my writing group. They never judged and offered enthusiastic praise and kind, careful criticism.
And, most especially, W. Because she’s the one who tells me that I can everyday single day.