My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Time to Jump the Tracks

Remember the worksheets from grade school? The ones with train track lines and words spelled out in dashed letters. The ones that were dutifully penciled over day after day to ensure we would all one day be able to write.

I’ve been tracing the letters.

I’ve been following the program setting me on the track for someday success as I faithfully connect dash to dash. My lines have been shaky and some of my words unintelligible, but I haven’t given up (well maybe occasionally, but I always got back on track).

But as I’ve wielded my pencil between the lines I have developed in increasing distaste for the whole process.

I realized I never wanted to write on the lines. I never wanted to be a copy the formula and stay on track writer.

In fact, I don’t even think I belong on the track.

I want my writing to be read between the lines. I want my words to be a frame for your own thoughtful ideas. I want my words to be the inhale and your response to be the exhale.

We can’t do that on this track. This track that I’ve been on is headed for things I was never meant for. It maybe the perfect track for someone else, but realizing it’s not for me has been scary. Everyone looks so content on that train and they all know where they are going.

Knowing the destination sounds so good, but it was never what I was supposed to do.

Right now my writing has to be about following my heart. It won’t be neat and stay in the lines. I may even end up back on this track time and again at a crossroads, but right now, it’s time to jump the track and see where I end up.


About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

3 Replies

  1. So nice to hear you are off the track!

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Sharon!

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