NaNoWriMo, Incoming!

NaNoWriMo badgeHere’s the thing about the truth. We think we know, but we don’t really have a clue what it is. We can only do our best, groping in the dark with what little light our perceptions can cast, naming the shadows we make and claiming them as our story. In the beginnings of great loss, the shadows are strong and terrifying, and of course we cast ourselves as the hero of the piece. It’s us against the villains. But if you sit there long enough in what you thought was your story, looking around, letting your eyes adjust, you start to see things you didn’t notice before. The shadows adjust themselves to accommodate your clearer vision. If you’re curious, you start to see places where you made assumptions, or maybe took some shortcuts. You start to see the grey areas. Eventually, you see your own shadow, and you have to face the truth you see, the one that’s closer to the real truth, hopefully. And maybe you even learn to understand the villains too.

I’m learning to hold myself accountable for my shadow, while not blaming myself for having one. We all have shadows after all. So, I have to say to myself, after all this time, after all the blaming and the shame and the honest vows of innocence: “Hey self! Welcome to the human race. You messed up. You fell on your face, but you’re okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” What, were you expecting a bunch of self-loathing? I went there for a while I suppose. But really, what would I tell someone else who was suffering? Don’t I deserve the same acceptance and forgiveness I’d give to you? Of course I do! Of course I do. We all do.

And now, I think I’m ready to tell the story that is my truth. Because my heart is open, my mind is open, and I’ve forgiven myself and others for the pain we’ve caused, the damage done. It doesn’t mean things are better, they aren’t, in a situational sense. But I am. And I’m ready now, in time for NaNoWriMo, that glorious, torturous month of writing 50,000 words. I’m ready to write about my life as an alienated parent, keeping the goal of helping other people in my heart, and with the idea of casting light on our shadows. And hopefully mixing some joy with sorrow, some hope with loss. I’m starting a book, called (for now) “Mom, redacted.” It’s non-fiction, memoir I suppose it’s called. I know, I know, it’s not a novel, but they’ve changed the rules at NaNoWriMo to accept rebels, and even if they hadn’t, I’d move into this project because it’s time.

As usual with this crazy month, I won’t see much of my friends, but I am already building in a little time, because of that whole needing other people thing. I expect to cry a lot, but in a good way mostly. I expect to make up as many excuses as I need to for avoiding phone calls and requests. I expect not to update this blog much (hell it’s been a month anyway!), but you never know. Please know that I’d really love your support. But if you want to tell me I shouldn’t, or it’s a terrible idea, or any other nay-saying stuff, just shh. I’m doing it. I just am. Happy almost-November.

8 Comments

  1. The Hedgeblog

    I think… Go for it!! Cry, drink, rage, ignore the phone, and spill your emotional guts all over the page!

    Good luck Liesl, & see you on the other side! Look forward to reading this. 😊

    Hedgey xx

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    1. it's nothing, really... (Post author)

      Thank you! Your support means a LOT!

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      1. The Hedgeblog

        You’ve got it!! ( whether you want it or not!) 😂

        Now, off to the writing corner with you! 👍😘📚

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  2. Nadine Feldman (@Nadine_Feldman)

    Fantastic! This is a beautifully written post. I suspect November will be very emotional for you.

    I’m doing NaNo as well. Good luck to you!

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    1. it's nothing, really... (Post author)

      Thank you so much – I followed you :)
      It’s been emotional for years, so it will be good to make something positive happen from it all!

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  3. Monica T

    Look at you, all grown up. :) (I mean that in a good way!) I’ve been thinking about some of this stuff, too – what is true really? does the limiting of our perspective add to or create our suffering? I wish you well on this journey of the interior.

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    1. it's nothing, really... (Post author)

      Very worth exploring! I highly recommend Brené Brown’s Rising Strong as part of the flashlight service. Thank you for the well-wishes and the sweet idea that I’m a grown-up – that made me giggle. :)

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      1. Monica T

        Your giggling made me giggle too… although I mean what I wrote.

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