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I am not good with pain—physical or emotional. I laugh inappropriately, I zone out, and I bare all my teeth in a pretty freaky ‘I’m OK—really I am’ grin. (Think: Disney's Beauty and the Beast. "Show me your debonaire smile..")
Last week I was sitting in the hospital emergency room, waiting to be seen for a leg injury. Nothing overly exciting had happened—during a fun visit to the cottage, I ripped my hamstring while waterskiing.
As I sat under the neon lights my head started spinning.
No matter what, from now on when I’m in a hospital I will inevitably think of my miscarriages. That’s just the way it is.
I brought my iPhone out to kill the time and get my mind off the room full of memories. I thought I’d play a game, or tweet something hilarious and self-deprecating all in 140 characters. But instead I wrote a story.
It’s a departure for me to write about my real life in a fictitious voice, so I hesitated for quite some time before I decided to publish it here; but after speaking at Social Capital Conference in Ottawa this past Saturday about ways to manage your privacy while blogging your life, I thought I’d share.
I never know how my experiences are going to manifest themselves on this blog—this time my creative edge took over and a totally different voice came out. A new perspective, I guess.
Next time you sit down to write and you feel blocked up, try writing a story instead. It gives you the distance you need from yourself to treat yourself as a character and admit things you might not otherwise.
You might be pleasantly surprised at what comes out. I know I was.
Enjoy.
Stay Positive,
XO Kat
PS. There were two elements of the story that were purely fictionalized. Can you guess what they were? Leave it in the comments.