I woke up this morning to an exciting epiphany. Through the remnants of a strange dream I realised that the people who invoke an emotional reaction in me, whether that’s a level of attraction, jealousy, or simply respect and admiration, all have something in common. They are all change-makers, activists, in one way or another, doing something to make a difference. Even the fictional characters who I identify with have a do-good purpose to their journeys.
It got me thinking, and it got me writing, sat up amongst the pillows, sleepy-dust in my eyes, scribbling ideas frantically, making the connections like a detective stringing all the clues together. It was staring me in the face all along. I have been consistently triggered by people doing what I’m here to do and ignoring the giant flashing neon signs.
I’m surrounding myself with these kinds of people, mirrors reflecting back at me the kind of person I have always been. I care, I nurture, I strive to make the world a better place, and I knew that was the real intention behind my work – to achieve something meaningful, to unearth the issues we ignore, to create ripples. That was the message at the core of my work, but I felt too small and overwhelmed by the enormity of the task. Now I’ve captured the beast, I can finally harness my driving force.
I have often been a voice for those that needed me to speak up, I have championed the underdog and fought for other people’s rights, protested when their voice was too small, insisted that everyone be heard. But the time has come for this voice to make a much bigger difference. The time has come to turn up the volume.
So I’m making this public commitment now, to refocus my actions and my writing, specifically towards making a difference, specifically towards being a voice for others. Not only am I going to get involved in groups striving to make positive changes, but I’m going to write and create the ripples we need to understand and improve our world.