“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”Anne Lamott
Writing a book is hard. Even when you feel like it’s your life’s goal and purpose. Even when you love writing. It has still been a pretty epic quest to take on this project that has always loomed in the back of my brain.
Writing the book has definitely been a long deep dive of processing who I am.
I am Britt.
What does that mean? Well, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out as well.
I am loud. You notice when I come into the room. That’s not a conceited statement, it’s just that I take up a lot of space.
I am tall for a woman and built for sports. My hair takes up it’s own zip code. Enough dark curls that a family of 4 birds could comfortably live in there for the winter.
I don’t fit in many cultural boxes very well. I’m not inside the box, I’m not outside the box. Actually, I don’t even know where the box is. Which is a good point. I can remember every movie quote and song lyric ever but can rarely find my phone when it’s time to leave the house.
Here are some other labels that have been thrown my way on this journey:
Sensitive. Athlete. Empath. Captain. ADHD. Dramatic. Leader. Bitch.
Yet, I told you. I’m not much for labels.
What I am is a giant ball of energy. A passionate force to be reckoned with. I’ve watched enough Oprah to know that you have to use your gifts to serve. But I didn’t always have Oprah on Youtube to guide me.
Let’s just say, if I was wearing the sorting hat 9 times outta 10 I’m going to Slytherin. Remember, Slytherin is full of powerful wizards! We all have dark and light inside us and we have to choose to go to the light.
Basically that Harry Potter reference means, I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I have hurt people. I have sabotaged myself. I have lived in a victim neighborhood. For a long time I let my emotions drive my life. I let the pain and trauma crush me instead of fuel me.
The good news is, it’s never too late to become who you always knew you were destined to be.
So when they say, “who does she think she is?”