11.02.2011

Guest Post | Un-Growing Up.


Today's guest post from Brynna Lynea King is dear to my heart and very close to my own story. If you're a twenty-something like us - or any age for that matter - and still trying to figure out how to be a grown-up, this one is for you. Or have you had an epiphany like Brynna's? We'd love to hear how each of you are working towards un-growing up.


Un-Growing Up 

Recently, I became a writer.  Oh, well, that's not quite true. Let me start again.

One month ago, I finally decided, once and for all, to be a writer.  I started a freelance business that I hope grows into something fabulous.

Here’s the thing, though: I have written since I learned to write, which was nearly 20 years ago. I won writing contests in elementary school and had an original poem chosen for publication in high school. I majored in writing and literature.  I've been a contracted writer for a marketing agency for over a year. So what is the difference between that and what I'm doing now? Is it that I made an announcement, or named a business after myself? No. My identity as a writer is not a company name or a website or business cards or professional headshots. These may have helped me convince myself, but they came after my decision was made.  The reason I am choosing to be a writer is that, after a lifetime of self-doubt, I realized that I was at risk of letting my dream slip away.  And getting in the way was “real life” – or, what I imagined real life meant.

I “grew up” four years ago. I transferred colleges to focus on my future. Then I got engaged. After that, I graduated.  In barely over a year, I had gone from being an art-bleeding, hard-partying singer-songwriter and the keyboardist in a reggae band to transferring schools, cleaning up my act, and planning a wedding. Soon, I found myself applying to graduate school to be a teacher – because after all, what does one do with a writing degree?

But then came the trouble. I had a wonderful husband and a neat, pretty life.  But it wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as it was supposed to be. In my junior high classroom, I felt like a kid trying to act like a grown up in front of other kids, unable to be myself -- my not-really-very-grown-up self -- for fear of seeming unprofessional or losing respect. And I was wearing slacks.  At home, I was attempting to play perfect housewife, overwhelming myself with assuming all household responsibilities because I thought that's what good wives do. I found myself in the midst of a violent, self-inflicted identity crisis based on my own assumptions about what it means to be an adult -- assumptions that almost cost me my dream and a huge part of myself.

The truth is, I’m an artist.  I’m a writer. I have trouble picking up after myself, and sometimes I enjoy a little chaos.  And so, to balance the pendulum, I've been working on un-growing up -- just a little.  Here are a few things I'm learning.

"Growing up" does not mean becoming someone you're not.

Are you becoming a better version of the REAL you? I can try to be a neater neat freak all I want. But I am not a neat freak at all. Un-growing up here means letting go of selves I sometimes wish I was, and working purposefully on improving the self I am. The real grown-up qualities of responsibility, wisdom and maturity are good, necessary things. Add these to your true self; no made-up self can wear them nearly as well.

Growing up does not mean achieving perfection.

You're driving yourself crazy. And I guarantee your spouse, boyfriend, or best friend is also growing weary of your constant pursuits in the direction of perfection. Repeat after me: perfect is boring. Some synonyms of “boring” are characterless, colorless, drab, and lifeless. When your goal is perfection, you miss out on creativity, which is almost always messy and never perfect. Perfectionism robs you of life and joy.

Growing up does not mean you can't have fun.

One night fairly recently, I got mad at my husband when he told me he only likes doing chores when he can make them fun. To me, this sounded immature and irresponsible. Really? If chores can be fun, why shouldn't they be? Stop taking yourself so seriously.

Un-growing up is letting go, deciding for yourself, and enjoying the process.

It's throwing out expectations, unrealistic standards and, most of all, rules. Rules like "you must major in something practical" and "you can't have any fun once you have kids" and "wash your sheets every week.” Says who?  Take your three-month-old camping. Major in underwater basket weaving, if that’s what lights your fire. And surround yourself with people like my amazing husband who will make sacrifices (like washing the sheets) to support you in your dream, because it’s what you have to do.

At the risk of sounding like your Facebook wall, I turn to the legendary Steve Jobs, who really had this one down:

“You've got to find what you love… Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.  And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.”

I didn't decide to be a writer until I realized I might have to spend my life doing something else. I might just grow up and leave writing behind.

No, thanks – I’m going back for it, and it’s coming with me. 

~


Brynna Lynea is a freelance writer and blogger at brynnabegins.com where she blogs about her creative process, taking chances, learning new things, pursuing projects and dreams, and leaning on the grace of God.  It is about enjoying today and not worrying about tomorrow.  It’s about paying attention to the process. Check out her stellar freelance website or follow some of her everyday musings @brynnlynnea.


8 comments:

Shawndra Russell said...

Hi Brynn (and Bethany!). This story sounds EERILY similar to mine. This summer, I decided not to go back in the fall teaching high school English. Since then, I have been busting my behind as a freelance writer and have had good (still waiting on great!) results so far. Congratulations on reclaiming your dream--I actually am currently pitching a book about just that topic and bucking the "standards" implied by society, authority figures and ultimately ourselves just so younger generations will maybe learn to follow their dreams first instead of taking a detour like we did!

Anyway, Bethany I also wanted to share the link to my blog post about nominating you for having a great blog: http://shawndrarussell.blogspot.com/2011/11/writers-wednesdays-liebster-award.html. Thanks for helping me share the blog love!

Melissa Tydell said...

Wow, this sounds a lot like like me too!  Taking control of your future and
going after your dreams sounds pretty "grown up" to me :)

Bethany Suckrow said...

Melissa, I totally thought of you as I was reading Brynna's post! It's funny how similar the three of us are in our life stories. Thankful for each of you as kindred spirits!!

Bethany Suckrow said...

Shawndra, I have to say - You rock! Thanks so much for considering me in this opportunity. :)

Bobmurray30 said...

Spectacularly insightful and clearly thought out and presented. Proud to have you as a grandchild. It is sometimes eery how well we understand each other. Love, GBob

tania27 said...

It was written from your heart. It was such a insightful entry. I could visualize every single element you mentioned. Defines your talent in writing! Really nice one :)

brynnalynea said...

Thank you Shawndra! I just want to go visit every college and tell kids, "DO NOT GO INTO TEACHING BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED OF WHAT YOU REALLY WANT TO DO!"  Good for you for writing this book! I would absolutely love to read it.

brynnalynea said...

Well that's a refreshing perspective. :) Thanks, Melissa!

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