I’m about to get all cheese nugget here. For those of you unfamiliar with the term cheese nugget – read on.
I had my writing group tonight. I love my writing group. I read a poem in front of my writing group tonight. When you begin writing and reading poetry and personal stories in front of others, you know you are among friends.
Except today I had a crisis of sorts.
I began to wonder if I was liked. I began to wonder if I talk to much. I began to wonder if I don’t talk enough (not likely, but you get the drift.) I became a creature full of self doubt.
My hope for the evening was that I would get there and it would feel like I was being welcomed in by old friends. Though we are relatively new friends, by all standards.
My fear was that I would let this self-doubt creep in and begin to watch what I said and how I said it. That I would become someone I am not, so that I would be liked.
How relieved was I to be welcomed in by old friends. Like we have been doing this once a week for years. Rarely a dull moment with these ladies. And to boot, my poem was well received. It doesn’t get much better than that.
One friend gave us all a small charm (from Etsy.com – who doesn’t love Etsy) that has the word “write” on it. She said we could wear it as a necklace or put it on a key chain or whatever we wanted to do with it.
So I came home and got some thread out. I used a length of thread for each member in our group and tied it around my neck. Our strength comes from working together and sharing. Our individual threads create a story of women by women. Of mothers by mothers.
I am so pleased and proud to be a part of this wonderful group.
(And that, my friends, is a good example of cheese nugget.)