Do we have that kind of time?
June 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
About a month before my friend Pammy died, she said something that may have permanently changed my life. We’d gone shopping for a dress for me to wear that night. I tried on a lavender minidress, which is not my usual style. I tend to wear big baggy clothes. The dress fit perfectly and I came out to model for her. I stood there feeling very shy and self conscious and pleased. The I said , “Do you think it makes my hips look too big?” and she said to me slowly, “Annie? I really don’t think you have that kind of time.”
And I don’t think you have that kind of time either. I don’t think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won’t be good enough at it, and I don’t think you have time to waste on someone who does not respond to you with kindness and respect. You don’t want to spend your time around people who make you hold your breath. You can’t fill up when you are holding your breath. And writing is about filling up, filling up when you are empty.