Daily Prompt

Confessions of an outsider

The prompt is confess.

I often see myself as an outsider.

At work, I am one of the writers, but I don’t have a degree in English, so I feel that I am not one of them. A writer writes. I write.

I don’t know what writing most of the others do outside of work. One of them writes fiction and is working on a novel. Another attended the recent IU Writers’ Conference, so I know she must be legit.

I stumbled into my current job. If I had applied, I wouldn’t have been considered, because I majored in Dance. Someone in human resources would have discarded my resume because it shows no English or Journalism degree. I wonder if my grammar skills would be better if I had majored in English.

I’m reading Stories from the Twilight Zone by Rod Serling. I found a preposition at the end of a sentence in the first story in the anthology, The Mighty Casey. I wonder if editors were less persnickety about the preposition rule at the time of this writing. Today you’ll find articles explaining why the rule should be abolished, but I continue to follow it when writing something for work. I wouldn’t want people to think I wasn’t an English major.

I’ve always felt like an outsider in the dance world despite my Master’s degree in the field. My dance technique was never great, but I made up for that with my choreography skills.

I make art and jewelry, but I have no formal training. I could go on about this, but I imagine you get the idea.

In the end, none of this matters. I do what I enjoy doing, and I give it my all. I’m willing to try and fail. Being an outsider sets me apart from the crowd. I like feeling special.

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I never claimed to be an athlete, but I did play softball in my youth.

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4 replies »

  1. Yes, I agree! Do what you like, and enjoy doing it! It doesn’t matter whether you’re an outsider, because as cliché as this may sound, you only live once, so enjoy what you’re doing while you’re at it 🙂

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