Why is it that it has taken me so long to put pen to paper or rather fingers to keyboard? I haven’t had a stroke of inspiration in far too long, which I crave day in and day out. It’s been deteriorating me. It has been pushing me to question my being.
But how could that be? I’m in New York City; where some say is the most inspirational place of all. It hasn’t been that truth for me. It’s drained my inspiration. It’s pulled me to be confused on how to even articulate my thoughts. This city has turned to not be a novelty to me anymore. My eyes aren’t deer eyed as I come up from the subway and I haven’t gotten butterflies the last few times I walked through Washington Square Park, my favorite place in the world. As I’ve known that this is expected to come with time it still leaves me in this place of discomfort knowing that I don’t want to feel that way. I want to remain so excited for life as it is something that has always gotten me out of bed in the morning. I want to remain excited to build my life pounding the pavement in this bustling city. I made the move to NYC to pursue journalism, community, and writing. I want to continue to be here for exactly that. I’m not sure just yet in what form but I know I want to be in that world.
In my writing, I do not like to fluff it up nor do I like to make myself sound like I am some sort of philosophical wizard that double majored in English and Literature. At times, I’ve been criticized for my writing by others for that reason. In my columns and blogs, I’m not writing to make others happy or to please everyone – I’m writing from the heart and from what I believe is valuable. In my news stories, I keep it to the facts ensuring that there is never a bias, because, well that is what hard news journalism is. At times, I look back and think I sound so naïve or that the flow of my language is impractical and immature but I’m coming to find that my writing is beautiful exactly for that reason.
I think the power in my writing is that to many it is personable, practical and relatable. I hope that when you read my writing whether it be an advice column or an Instagram story that you can hear me and that you feel that I am right there talking with you. I like the idea of people wanting to hear more from me and having an appreciation for what I have an input on, I think that’s what makes journalism interesting. As, I too, have my favorite writers that have made such a significant impact on my personality and style as a young woman and writer.
I’m realizing a lot right now as I navigate adulthood. I realize I do not know much but I know a lot… Does that make sense? I feel that I’ve evolved a great deal and I love that I’m constantly evolving. I like who I am becoming. I feel that as a 23-year-old I’m rather mature, bold and strong. I can finally acknowledge that I am extremely intelligent. That my brain is full of so many powerful juices. I love that about me. But, right now I do not know much about what is next or what I want to do. I’m working to be okay with that. In general, I have so much to learn. I do know that I am passionate about connecting and conversing with others. That above all, community is so important to me.
Amidst my rambling, I’d like to tie it back to say that I’m lost and uninspired. I think it stems from the rough year I’ve had full of heartaches, heartbreaks, and transitions but also from the shaking of figuring out who the heck this lil’ mama (me) truly is to the core.
Finally, tonight, I was struck again with inspiration.
I left the city for a few days this week and I came back not looking forward to returning. I never thought that this would happen as New York City is where I’ve wanted to live my whole life. I thought to myself “Yes, Emily, leave the city for a few days and you’ll be even more excited to come back to it” No, wrong. I came back even more itching to get out. I’ve come to realize there is no better time than now to explore and see as much as I can as I am not tied to anyone or anything. I know for a fact that I have a lot of traveling to do and exploring to see and that now is the time to do it. Glory be, for sublets. I have this urge to pick up and leave and I find great comfort to know that right now, I can. This was the mindset that I had as I returned to the city as it is also the truth but with a cab ride later a shift was made…
As much as I know and am ready and all for my travels that are soon to come, I know that I have a lot of unfinished business here. Also, I know that this city will always welcome me back with open arms. This past six months living in New York has been the best relationship I’ve ever been in and it’s also been the one that has given me the toughest love a girl could imagine. For that alone, I am thankful.
I got in my yellow cab from JFK airport ready to get home and crawl in bed again to hibernate. As I was feeling alone and heavy-hearted, I told myself that this was the last night I would allow myself to feel this sadness and I would wake up tomorrow, the last day of 2018, with a checklist of things to do to end it on a high note.
I got out of my yellow cab from JFK airport feeling confident that I can be the change that my generation needs.
I got out of my yellow cab from JFK inspired from a conversation with a stranger.
I got out of my yellow cap from JFK finally ready to write about and work towards things that actually fucking matter to me.
I got out of my yellow cab from JFK eager to open my laptop and pull up a word document for the first time in over 8 months.
My yellow cab driver’s name from JFK is Hugo. I think Hugo is going to play a significant role in my life as he told me I already did in his. He shared that he lost hope in my generation and race. He told me that this 45-minute cab ride with me has restored his lost hope. He shared he had been driving for 20 years and had never connected in a conversation like that before with a passenger. His restored hope restored my lost inspiration and is pushing tonight to push for tomorrow because I know that it is going to be worth.
Hugo is going to be a guest on my podcast. In which, he has never listened to a podcast but he has such a story to tell that I am so excited to tell with you. I am going to launch my podcast and I am not going to be afraid to produce, share, write and promote it any longer. I am not going to be intimidated by putting out what I want into the world any longer. My podcast is going to be interesting and for whoever wants to listen. I may be the only one that loves or rather listens to it but I am going to make it happen and I cannot wait for Hugo to sit down and have a cup of coffee with me while sharing amazing conversation as his story is told and my truth is heard.
Thank you, Hugo. You have lit the light under my ass, lit the spark in my eye and again lit the candle that was blown out again.
QOTD: “I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means”
Love, Em