Flinching Again


Birthing Hurts (but it’s exhilarating too)

There’s something really amazing about writing.  Do you know what it is?

It’s like giving birth.

Kind of.  (I don’t want to get too deep into the analogy here.)  It’s like creating something, producing something.  It’s taking your thoughts and pushing them out onto the paper (or screen.) 

And sometimes it’s painful.  It doesn’t come out right, or we might be a little ashamed of it.  Why is it always uncomfortable when someone is standing over our shoulder, watching what we are writing?  (Everyone knows the old trick of cupping your hand or holding your arm real close to your pencil when someone walks by or tries to look at what you’re writing.)  Only after you are complete are you ready to show it to someone.  But even then, it’s still a little unnerving because you hope they don’t make fun of it, or criticize it.  It’s your baby.

And most people are sensitive to that with real babies.  They don’t say, “Well that’s an ugly one, what did you create that for?”  (Even though they may be thinking it.)

Everyone realizes that the process of giving birth and bringing a new child into the world is so amazing that it doesn’t matter what it looks like, this mother has done such a tremendous thing, she should be praised and honored.  And what she produced should be loved, protected and handled with the utmost care.

Shouldn’t we treat other things that people create in the same way?

It’s Exhilarating

The other point is that producing something is exhilarating.  Maybe because it’s so painful.  Just like any great accomplishment.  If it takes hard work, it feels good when you’re complete, and you can take pride in what you’ve accomplished.

If it’s easy, there’s no reward.  No pain, no gain.

So I’d like to create more.  I’d like to have more babies – mind babies – getting ideas from my mind out into the world. 

That means writing and making things happen.

What about you?