Mood today. 6 client projects due, gods know how much work to be done, and I’m a mono-tasker who deep dives into a project until completion. I don’t do routine things well, but I’m trying this adulting thing. Consistently feeling like I’m failing but hey! I’m trying. That’s important… right?
Imposter syndrome, please pack your bags and go on a long vacation somewhere horrid.
Padding quietly down the creaky stairs in my black ankle socks, so not to wake anyone, the smell of burnt toast streamed from the kitchen, filling my nose and jumpstarting my appetite. My stomach growled and I looked around to see if anyone else heard it curse me in a language foreign to all but me. The aroma lingered from the evening before, despite the windows being opened to let the smoke out, a bittersweet reminder of a needless argument and the muscles in my shoulders tensed. ‘Breathe’, I whispered to myself, a futile attempt of managing my recently persisting anxiety.
As I made my way across the cold room, the foot-long cotton ball of fluff followed me into the kitchen, awaiting a serving of the finest pre-cooked poultry the freezer has to offer and cold biscuits. Impatiently, he barked and in an effort to keep him quiet, I hand fed him a couple pieces of chicken, hoping he hadn’t woken anyone. In the background, the kettle began its work to deliver my hot water for my instant coffee, sounding awfully like a jet engine idling and breaking the quiet of the house. Soon, the smell of coffee filled the air, and my mind began to stir…
I never would have thought that I would actually be a career writer. I never had that dream as a young girl, reading all those books and dreaming of spending my days clacking away at fiction. In fact, I thought I was good, but average at best. To be completely honest, I still don’t feel like my writing is anything of awe; nothing more than words effectively communicated to a wide enough audience. I guess the magic is in the fact that my writing is easily consumed.
I was following my normal humdrum “wake up” routine today and scrolled though my social media timelines when a video of our safe comfortable lives in the West was juxtaposed with the war and poverty in the East and across the African continent. This struck a cord with me, as my subconscious was already saturated with images of climate crisis, flooding, fires, starvation, plagues, disease and death. I felt compelled to write, because that’s what I can do. That’s my strength, the power of written word. Some will chastise me for not doing enough when they, themselves, have done nothing. But that’s okay, we all have our strengths and parts of play.
I’m Désiré, a professional writer and marketing expert. I run an creative agency called TILT Creative, specialising in content creation and managed solutions for social media, blogs and websites.
Here I publish blogs, articles and book snippets.
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