Monday, August 26, 2013

Pulling the Sword from the Stone

I can't remember the exact day but I can remember how I felt when I decided to bite the bullet and just do it.

Write a book.

Three simple words. Small words. And words that hold this immeasurable magic and terrible fear all at the same time. It was a journey I'd started once before, decades ago and had met in failure.

No, that's not right. It wasn't a failure. It was a detour.

You see, 20 years ago, I wasn't ready. I was young, brash, arrogant and unworldly. I was a young woman just starting out on her journey, really. I only knew the siren song of happiness and the glow of getting all I wanted when I wanted it. I wasn't spoiled, far from it. I just always seemed to do the "right" thing, get the things I wanted. 

I was a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a cousin, a wife and a friend. 

I had no idea who "Teri" was but I was pretty good at pretending I did.

And then...then life happened. 

With it came disenchantment, loss, betrayal, pain, anger, despair, fear and doubt. I won't bore you all with THAT tale but suffice to say it was an eye opening experience. For someone who'd gorged herself like a fattened sow with the Cupcake of Happiness, I was left with no choice but to nibble from the salad plate of Reality.

It was a meal that lasted until earlier this year. And I'm not saying the lessons are complete, but something changed during it all.

I changed. I found out who I was, what I was made of and more importantly, that I WAS capable of greatness.

And there was no shame in that. 

I quieted the demons of my own making and I sat down to write what became "Timeless Night." I started doing it as a tribute to a relationship I was in at the beginning but finished it as a tribute to myself when it didn't work out.

In essence, I grew up. I grew up and accepted life as it was, all that it was. And while not perfect, its my life. And I'm happy. I truly, verily am.

Sometimes the girl must die first in order for the woman to be born.

And here I am. 


  1. Love that 'girl must die first for the woman to be born' line.

  2. Why, thank you! I thought it fitting.