My bachelor’s degree is in English. In the senior seminar class for this major, my
college made the informal distinction between a teaching major and an academic
major, the difference being the answer to “What are you going to do with that?” which is a question
English majors get all the time. Are you
going to teach the subject to others?
Congratulations, you’re getting a teaching major. Are you going to spend your time picking
apart literature, writing scholarly articles, or becoming an editor? Congratulations, you’re getting an academic
major.
I was a teaching major.
My plan, in the grand scheme of things, was to teach high school
English. Obviously, God had other
plans. I did my stint working in a high
school in a special education classroom, then in two different elementary
schools in special education classrooms, and then in a daycare. None of these classrooms really gave me a
chance to do anything with my English
major.
My family refers to me as the “resident English major.” Often, I am presented with their writing to
edit it for meaning and flow. I’ve done
various forms of creative writing since I was little, and now, I write for this
blog as well. But mostly, I write for
myself.
Writing, like any hobby, is a skill that one improves
through practice. There are many who
share tips on how to make writing a habit.
Daily pages (“write every day”), stream of consciousness (“write
whatever is going through your mind at a given time”), prompts (topics to write
about), and many other methods exist to get people writing and doing so
consistently.
For the very ambitious, there are writing “events.” For many writers, November is National Novel
Writing Month, during which people attempt to write a 50,000-word novel in just
thirty days. I have tried this several
times, and I have succeeded exactly once.
Veterans of this particular event say it is doable if you allow yourself
to accept whatever comes from your brain and makes its way onto the page (or
the computer screen). The focus is on
quantity and not quality. “That’s what
editing is for,” they say. Just get it
all out, and then you can make it into what you envisioned it to be in the
first place.
This is very difficult for people with perfectionist
tendencies such as myself, but I feel like it’s also a good exercise to engage
in. Sometimes you have to give yourself
permission to accept what things are for the way they are. The same is true in life, which is why we
have the so-called Serenity Prayer.
Lord, grant me the Serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
The Courage to
change the things I can,
And Wisdom to know
the difference.
With this mindset, hopefully it will be easier for us to
accept our imperfections and, as the morning offering prayer of the Oblates of
St. Francis de Sales says, conduct ourselves each day in a manner pleasing to
God.