Essay

My Origins of Writing

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At eleven years of age I passed the exams for a super selective school (15/500 girls) and attended my interview. At eleven they wanted to know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Out of the blue I said actress and performer. I’d never given it a thought before that. But out it came. I say this for a reason. Please bear with me.

After the interview my parents asked me what I said and when I told them I was chastised severely for being ridiculous, and why didn’t I say something sensible like teacher. I didn’t want to be a teacher. I didn’t like school or most of the people in them. Why would I want to make that into a career, but I said nothing, accepted their words and buried them deep inside.

My father’s job took me away from that school a year later anyway.

When I was about fifteen and our teachers were asking us what we wanted to be when we grew up, and again out of nowhere I said I would be a writer. I was laughed at by the teacher and most of my class mates.

Again I forgot about my words, buried them deeply and continued to attend school. Mostly with boredom and rather miserably. A year later on I became very good at bunking off school. I didn’t go to university, though I did start at teacher training college and lasted one…

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Sylvia Clare MSc. Psychol, mindfulness teacher
Wordsmiths’ Weekly

mindfulness essayist, poet, advocate for mental health and compassionate living, author of ‘No Visible Injuries’, ‘Living Well and Loving ADHD’ and many others