Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The Gift


Yes, it has been a while since I have been on these pages. If not for the recent blog written about Cecille and Carmella, there is a strong possibility I would have remained dormant Ad infinitum.

I simply lost my zest. I really thought going into a new career as a marketing consultant would further hone my writing and speaking skills. Instead, I found myself in a jungle, among hostile natives who, before all these began, I always knew as friends. With only a nail clipper to cut my way through the tangled vines, shrubs and small trees, I have become an unwilling Indiana Jones sans the machete and whip.

It has been tough these last several months. What aggravated it even more, I suppose, was I completely misunderstood the word “marketing.”

With all that was so unexpected suddenly popping and pounding me, I was on the verge of believing I am no longer capable of smart, of doing something outstandingly good that could be considered as productive. I began to seriously question my gifts and the supreme being who gave them. I began to question my worth. I wept.

And then the blog from Stef dela Cruz.

Simply, her craft reminded me where I belong, where I can “BE,” where I can do my art in abandon, where my audience is. The written word is my refuge. My writing is me at my very best.

This is my gift, my treasure, my very own. Something no one can deconstruct nor debase. And specially not through contradicting definitions of the art called “marketing.”

I am back. Definitely.