A few weeks ago I found this piece at the Guardian written by a novelist I never heard of. She tells how interviewing Johnny Cash changed her life. (And also how he played for her, which probably would be life-changing in and of itself.)
He looked at her and said, “You have to be what you are. Whatever you are, you gotta be it.” This inspired her to quit journalism and pursue a dream of being a novelist.
I realized reading the article that I’m still looking for my Johnny Cash moment … an experience so profound I know with all my being what it is I need to do with my life and gain the gusto to just drop everything to go do it. I have pretty strong hunches, but no soul-shaking IT that towers above all. Usually when people ask me what I want to do with my life, I just look down and mumble “I dunno.”

The “strong hunches” all are centered around creating, usually through writing. Poetry, fiction, essays, magazine articles … The irony of this is that I’m already in journalism, editing for many years now, and can’t push myself to take any steps. This probably is due to the alien implant I discussed earlier. Everything else is all self-made roadblocks.
I know, I know – most people do not get that BAM! striking moment where it all makes perfect sense and you’re so inspired by the path you see that you’ll leave your six-figure executive job to be a struggling artist or energy bar maker (not that I have a six-figure executive job to abandon). You have to go with your stronger hunches and hope they take you in the correct general direction. I also know that I’m not alone in my ever-draining struggle with this desire to write – I even remember a freshman writing studio teacher who always liked to say that “most writers will do anything to avoid the act of writing.”
But it still hurts. The anxiety, usually in the form of insecurity, has no trouble keeping up with the boosted levels of urgency and desire to create something.
I keep wondering … what moment must I experience for the inspired side of my brain to kick the crap out of the self-doubt side and set me free?
thank you so much…i really needed this post today.
it was absolutely wonderful to get to meet you friday, and i hope to see you again soon….
philosopher in me says the thing you seek will show up when you stop looking for it. I know, somebody way wise said it first. But if you keep putting off everything waiting for some blinding flash of inspiration to provide the permission, you could be waiting forever. Some people are lucky and have lightning bolts land in their laps (ow, wait, that’s gotta hurt), others gotta make their own.
I found my way here via tequila mockingbird (a favorite daily read). I’m experiencing a lot of the same things you’re talking about in this post, self-doubt, insecurity, desire to have a real desire and an abiding love of the written word. I wish I knew some magic words to say that would send me shooting down the right path so then I could share them with you, but for now it’s just write when I can and struggle daily with the evil hampster in my mind who keeps the thinking, worrying wheel spinning day and night. Creak, creak…you suck, you no-talent hack, what are you gonna be when you grow up, you suck…creak, creak…get up off your ass and do something…you suck…
hampster=snake food.
That is a damn near perfect description.
Thanks for the empathy!