How do you know when to push past your edge–and when to accept this edge as part of who you are?
After twenty years of shame and frustration over my introversion, I’ve finally made peace with the fact that I’m never going to be the life of the party. I’m not a social butterfly. I have no desire to be. It’s not who I am. And that’s okay. I like picking a good seat and watching people at parties and maybe making one new friend.
But what about more fluid things–like your prose style? Like your artistic vision? When do you come up to that edge–and throw yourself off it, inviting a stylistic freefall? And when do you sink the poles in deep and pitch your tent and say, “This is the place?”
Where is home? And where is the horizon you’re aiming for?
And how do you know?
Just a thought to start off the week. Let me know what you think.