Wednesday Writing Prompt is a meme hosted by Trisha on Trisha Jenn Reads! Every other week on Wednesday, you get a new prompt and need to write 250 to 500 words about the prompt. Think you can manage, 250 words?
Week One: I didn’t know what was happening at the time
It happened so fast. One minute, I had everything planned out – spread thick like peanut butter on toast on the map I had constructed in my mind years ago. No doubt, no second-guessing, I was confident. Afterall, what goes wrong with a 16-year-old’s life plan?
Summer and autumn were always my favourite. Sometimes it was as though time stood still. The clocks would stop, the calendars went on vacation with the class, and time was left in a beautiful bliss of greens and purples. Life started at the door and ended at school and each step in between was an adventure. The people you saw every day was set in stone, your routine was the familiar and comfortable, and the only second guessing was if the jam would run out before the peanut butter.
But then one morning it was all different.
A Monday wasn’t full of new things to learn or seeing friends you had decided you wanted to see. It was spent behind the same desk, hours on end, learning things you weren’t really interested in or working on projects that you had to force yourself to finish. I didn’t know what was happening at the time, and I certainly didn’t want to, but I think I grew up. Seemingly overnight like the crab apple blossoms and dandelions and thistles I used to pick as a child.
Life doesn’t always bloom in colour. You need to recognize it when it blooms at all.
I know I’m young, but I know life isn’t simple. It’s complicated and it’s messy (I’ve been lucky my mess is rather contained). It’s difficult and trying and incredibly plain most of the time, but sometimes it’s so beautiful that it breaks your heart. If you plan everything out, what surprises do you leave yourself? I know letting go of control is difficult, but it’s much easier than holding onto more than you can even imagine.
Even though I told myself I wasn’t, I was holding on to more than I could hold.
So let it go. Let it be as it is, and let it become what it shall be.
Let it spread and dance like the sky – slowly spreading and slithering between the stars. Let it become as rare and as beautiful as the Northern Lights, coveted and adored by all, but seen differently by each person. No two persons see the same lights.
Finally, the spark of inspiration…
I’ve been meaning to do one of these writing prompts from Trisha since she announced the idea, but I had no spark – no inspiration.
It finally came to me from this video and an incredibly drunk night chasing the Northern Lights.