This was written for The Red Dress Club‘s memoir writing project, Remembe(red). Concrit is always welcome, and thanks for taking the time!
Tell the story (without any trivialization or modesty) of something in your life that you are proud of.
Word limit: 600 My count: 434
The cursor flashes at me, the vast expanse of white a seemingly endless field.
I flash back to Doogie Howser and Carrie Bradshaw, plunking happily away on their computers at the end of each 24-minute glimpse into their lives. They never seem to be at a loss for words, do they? Every event in their respective lives can easily be summed up on one witty sentence, even if they do type it out and then delete the last bit, and reword it. The final chuckle for the episode.
When I'm in a job interview, and am inevitably asked what I think my weaknesses are, I always have the same answer.
Slight chuckle, and a shift in my chair. Lean forward a little more, so it's like I'm sharing a big secret. “Well, it's a challenge for me if I'm not interested in a task. If it's something I'm excited to do, or that interests me, I will get it done, but if it's something I don't really want to do, I really need to buckle down and concentrate. The good part of that, though, is that I pay extra attention to detail when that happens, because I want to get it done right the first time!” Sit back in the chair (just a tad, don't want to look disinterested!) and smile sweetly.
It's true. I'm an avoider. If there's something I don't want to deal with or think about, I put it to the side; paying bills, folding laundry, some of the assorted administrative tasks at work that aren't design… I'll put them off, apparently in the hopes that the Chore Fairy will come along and take care of it for me.
But I'm doing this right now, and I'm proud of me for doing it!
When the prompt was posted, my heart broke a little that I couldn't come up with something I was really, truly proud of. That it took me this long to come up with something. That's not to say I'm not in awe of and completely overwhelmed with pride when I look at Max. And I know that I've overcome a bunch of crap with the kidney stuff, but I didn't want to use those, my “go to” issues. I was determined to be proud of something else!
And now I am.
A task I didn't care to do, this prompt, and yet here I am, at 6:27 on Tuesday morning, writing my words while waiting for the coffee machine to beep. You know, maybe this commitment to writing thing isn't the worst thing I've ever done.