"But if something is slightly bruised, speckled or dinged on the outside, we don't usually take the time to wonder if it might be ambrosial within."
~ Monica Eng, Chicago Tribune, August, 2010.
Around the blogosphere I hear a lot of self-doubt. Writers are known to wade in a fair bit of the muck. I include myself here. If my words don't strut onto my page in high heels and Versace dress first time around I want to throw my computer off the balcony. You might say I expect a lot of myself and you'd be right. I want the divine. Red carpet all the way.
When my words clunk on in with torn checkered shirts and mud on their Ugg Boots (as they frequently do) I am not sure whether to attempt a makeover right there on the red carpet or throw myself on the floor and head bang. (Sheesh! Who do these words think they are anyway?)
Then I got to thinking, what if words are really more like fruit? (I know, from red carpet to fruit- work with me here) Ever grown tomatoes? They start with a little flower. Pretty, but if you are only interested in the red fruit you'd miss that. If you didn't know something better was coming you wouldn't be excited when those first buds appeared.
And avocado. Now there's and ugly fruit. The thing is black and wrinkled before it has flavor inside.
What am I saying? (apart from the fact that I am obviously lovin my metaphors today)
Embrace the ugly fruit.
Enjoy the little flower.
How can a fruit know how close to being ripe it is?
Our job is to be where we are on the path to wherever we are going. Given time our lives and words might also be ambrosial inside.
What about you? Red carpet glamoring? or Lover of the Ugly Fruit?