Well in the last couple of years I have thrown myself so whole-heartedly into another passion of mine, yoga, that I have neglected to write much at all, except of course about yoga. I have gone through two yoga teacher trainings, and now spend most of my time practicing, teaching, studying, reading about, or talking about yoga.
The other day, while having lunch with a fellow teacher who I went through training with, an aquaintance of ours joined us. We learned that she teaches creative writing classes, for free at the library, just for fun. So naturally I started discussing writing with her, and my other friend, who I have spent a great deal of time with over the past two years said, "I didn't know you were a writer." And then I knew, I have a serious writing deficit in my life.
The definition of a writer is someone who writes. And I have gotten too far away from a regular writing practice to really call myself a writer. This needs to change. I always make time for my daily yoga practice. I need to make time for my daily writing practice.
I also met a new friend (at a yoga workshop, of course!) who had recently written a book and I offered to help her with editing. She gave me her sister's book too - her sister had just written a memoir. Both were interesting but needed quite a bit of editing. And again I remembered, as if waking up from my long strange yoga sleep-dream, that editing is something I am really good at. I am probably much better at editing than I am at teaching yoga, to be honest.
I have gone through many changes and learned a great deal about myself. But I keep coming back to these core parts of my being, these things that call me back again and again. Whether I am scrawling out something in my journal with my favorite pen or clicking away on my keyboard, this is where I feel most at home. This is where I always come back to. This is who I am. I am a writer. Or at least, becoming one, again.
