Great Expectations…

The Dawn of a New Day

Ever have that feeling that you’re on the cusp of something great?

I have that feeling. It’s been something that has been washing over me in varying degrees for some time now.
It’s no secret I am an aspiring writer, why else would I bother with a blog if not to be read? Well, when life comes knocking on your door and hands you a small gift that has the potential for something rather great, like the fulfilling of hopes, dreams and aspirations, you take it.

Still in it’s infancy stages, I have been granted an opportunity to take a small little seed, plant it, water it, prune it and one day, hopefully, have a rose bush. This seed analogy is a good one because I’m no green fingered goddess, by any means. I can keep cacti but have killed numerous house plants and cannot grow herbs.
Thankfully, since the advent of Mr M, there has been a grand turnaround on the longevity of all things green in my living space, much to my delight.

Not surprisingly, Mr M is also in large part responsible for this little seed that has been placed in my hands.
He meets a lot of people in his line of work and he recently met the associate of a politician. This man asked him to write a campaign speech for “The Politician”. M told the “The Associate” of his budding writer girlfriend, that I am articulate and write a couple of blogs and the associate asked us to collaborate on said speech. We submitted our speech to the politician, which was also submitted along with one from another woman. Our speech was selected and we got paid for it.
So, now I guess I can say that I am in fact, a writer. 

I am a writer. You know that feeling you get, from the deepest recesses of your heart to each and every nerve ending in your body? Well, I have that feeling. I am a writer. I cannot remember the last time I felt this way.
You have obviously noticed that I don’t write to tell people about my day, what confectionary I mastered or what colour I dyed my hair, not that I have anything against those people, we all write for vastly different reasons and it all has it’s place, but that is not why I write.

I write because I feel like I have something to say. The trials, tribulations and heartaches I have suffered, the path of discovery I am on and the things I have done, have all contributed to the little voice inside me that has something to say. It may not be something everyone can identify with or even want to read but I do honestly feel that somewhere there is someone who may be able to draw on those experiences and what I’ve learned from them. I have many such role models and writers–especially song writers–who do this for me. Surely we all have things from which others can learn? More importantly what good is knowledge if you don’t share it?

The seed, as it turns out, is the offer to write on a more permanent basis for the politician on a project he has in mind, with the view to making it a permanent job. So I have the opportunity to collaborate and write for a publication, to create content, to write about and bring awareness to social issues and hopefully, effect change in my corner of the world. All this and get paid. Paid to write! Wait… what?!
The potential of growth for this little seed is incredible and it has set my heart ablaze with excitement. Also, to see my name in print… words cannot describe.

Oh happy day!

My last post was all about moving to Cape Town to chase this dream of becoming a copy writer, yet here is the very same opportunity, right here in Durban. It’s more than just writing copy for an ad firm. This is for a publication, writing on social issues rather than selling the next organic hair dye or toilet plunger. Cape Town, I love you, but you’re going to have to wait, if you happen at all.
This is the stuff dreams are made of. This is what can happen if you put the wheels in motion and also, have a little sprinkling of luck–which I put down to The Lord’s guiding hand in my life, but you may believe differently.

So here’s to the dawning of a new age, the door I opened and the path I set my feet on all those months ago. At long last I feel that I am onto something. That I am finally on the path I should be on. Perhaps the one I have been on all along, I’ve just come off the back roads from all the wrong turns and am finally on the main road.

Until next time, keep dreaming, keep working, keep believing!

Thank you for reading!