This query was posed by my minister last Sunday. (See Scott, I am listening.) I laughed inside my head when he asked the question. Maybe I even chuckled out loud because I can take it a step further. Not only has my life been turned upside down, I think I’ve been living upside down for some time.
Let me explain. The first four decades of my existence would be considered easy. The bumps were pretty much just that…bumps. I had great, supporting parents, a nice family, and wonderful friends. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. I lived a happy Mayberry existence sans the whistle.
Then one day all hell broke loose. I won’t share the brutal details, except to say for me, I’d hit my personal rock bottom.
In the beginning, I had days I didn’t want to get out of bed. But I did. Slowly upside down became almost normal, and I liked it. I grew, even reinvented myself a time or two, and I took it one step further. I became a serious writer. A bad serious writer in the beginning, but a writer just the same.
Until my life spun upside down, I didn’t have a real goal or a dream. I thought my purpose was to be a wife and mother, nothing more. But upside down helped me realize I’m so much more. Writing was the one constant in my life, and I strive to get better. After almost ten years of pushing, learning, and experiencing pure joy from something within me that I didn’t know existed. I’v been fortunate to connect with other writers and finally I understood why I always felt a tad out of step with the world. I wasn’t meant to live right side up.
My upside down life led me to be me. However difficult the journey-I’ll be forever grateful.
How about you? Do you have an upside down story?