Every good story is about transformation. Somewhere along the path of the hero’s journey, something within him or her will change. The change might be internal; it might be external, but it is always there.
I’ve begun my own pathway to transformation. Step 1 – I reclaim myself. The past few years have been challenging ones. Stress, a relationship with a toxic and abusive stepdaughter, grief, loss… I’ve let all of these negative things have power over me, so much that there are days when I hardly recognize myself. I was helping a friend catch an audition on camera a month or so ago, and, when I was watching it, I wondered who the chubby woman in the kitchen was. Then, it hit me. That was me.
Enough. I began the baby steps in my pathway to transformation. I cleaned house – literally and figuratively. I let go of objects that were lying around, useless. I abhor clutter; it makes me feel itchy. Disempowered. And so, away it went. Round 1 complete.
What does this have to do with writing? Oh, my darlings. Just wait and see.
Round 2 – This isn’t me. I’m the girl who fenced onstage and wielded a broadsword. I’m the girl who flew over 6 foot fences on top of a 17.5 hand Thoroughbred. I’m the girl who scuba dives, who thirsts for adventure, who’s plunged headfirst into the Northern Amazon. This tired, sad woman isn’t me.
And so, after receiving a heads up from a friend, I found myself being cast in a test group for a fitness infomercial led by none other than Greg Plitt. Yes, ladies – and gents. Doctor Manhattan’s body. In the flesh, so to speak.
Greg is a force of nature; he’s chiseled, absolutely shredded… and an inspiring motivational speaker. I’ve been working out each day this week, working out to the point of collapse… and yet I’ve made it through.
This has nothing to do with writing. Patience is a virtue, sugarbritches. Hang on.
Today, Greg talked about acceptance… and how our society has embraced the dark side of acceptance. We’ve accepted “I am okay how I am” to a degree that we now accept less than what we can achieve. We accept a life that is less than what we deserve. We accept fast-food, bad entertainment, broken relationships… because we’ve programmed ourselves to.
This was during the last ten minutes of the workout, the cool-down, stretching phase. I worked my hamstrings, trying to get down a little further than the day before, while Greg’s words danced in the hot air. I thought about my life… and I thought about writing. I thought of the writer who, last week, when we were discussing his screenplay, and the revisions/rewrites that needed to be done, said “But that’s so much work!”
I made a pledge to myself this morning – I will never again accept second-best. Out of me, out of my life, and out of my work. Adequate is not okay. I must be the absolute best that I can be… and then I need to raise the bar higher. Life is an uphill battle. The only way to succeed is to roll that boulder up the hill. Keep pushing it. Never let it roll back down.
I hope you are able to join me in this pledge.
Now, go write.
HRH, Princess Scribe