Dear diary,
Today, I finished the painting. Yes, the painting I have worked on since I was 11. I finished it. 13 years later. I’m done. With the painting, with my parents, with that life. This feel like the end of an era. A truly remarkable era. The end of submission, and the beginning of authority. I feel like I’ve surpassed that stage in my life where I needed permission to be me, you know. Like, I’m at that point where it just feels right to be myself. To be free. To follow my dreams. To live, laugh and love. Get it? Like, the thing everyone says. Haha, I’m so funny. Okay seriously, this is the beginning of new things for me. No more Cotillion, no $2,000 dresses that are uncomfortable than good-looking. All done. I am free.
I look back to the top of this painting and I am proud. Yes, I painted from top to bottom. And I’ll tell you why. I started with the hat. Mother had just bought me a new straw hat for the charity horse show that Father was hosting, and I hated it. No, I really despised it. It’s no wonder I stayed under it all day. I simply sat in the commentators’ booth, with this urging desire to go home, and wear shorts and a flannel, and play the guitar and sing Carrie Underwood. But here I was, stuck at a charity event, on a hot summer day, with sand everywhere, in a white sundress, doing everything I hated. I despised that hat, so I hid under it and pretended to sleep. I shielded me from the sun, and the dust in my nose, because it fell over my face. And at that time, it shielded me from my parents. From the life I so hated. So I went home, and I started painting. A hat. Just a plain ole hat at the top and center of the canvas. The shield in my dreadful battle. The battle against my world. I immediately cherished that painting. More than any heirloom that adorned my room furniture. It became my favorite thing. However, it required inspiration to continue. The inspiration which never came until I turned 16.
I was walking home from school because I hated driving, which annoyed Mother, and made me glad. My kilt was feeling extremely tight. I felt like I had gained 50 pounds since lunch. I was so uncomfortable, and in so much pain, I began to cry. I cried all the way home and for some reason, the tears would not stop. Eventually, Father called the doctor and I was taken to the hospital. I was expecting a baby. I was not surprised, but my parents looked like they’d seen a ghost. I was happy about this for some reason. Very happy. The whole car ride, I talked about baby names and everything nice. Then my mother stopped me eventually and said, “Lor, you’re going to have to marry the father, or abort it”. I sat there and stared because neither of those was going to happen. I went home that night and started painting the body. The second part of my beloved painting. I did, however, start painting the body of a man. To this day, I don’t know why, but I am okay with that. Two days later, I miscarried. God had answered Mother’s prayer. As soon as I was well again, I was gone. Emptied my trust fund, bought a one-way ticket to San Diego, took a single duffel bag, and my painting. I didn’t paint anymore until last week. 8 years later. The final inspiration came.
On Sunday, I got a call. The call. Yes, the one from Universal Studios. I got the job as an animator. My heart was so full. It was joy like no other, I was ecstatic. Normally, I would call my boyfriend and share the news, but instead, I just painted. I went to my basement, sat down and painted. I felt so fulfilled like I finally had the catch. The thing I always wanted. And that’s exactly what I painted; hands holding a fish, fresh out of the water. I had gotten my catch. All the years of pink and white dresses, excessive hairspray, of hearing “Lorelai, you must sit like a lady”, of climbing out of the window, of crying myself to sleep because I had no control over my life. I was finally able to fly, to dream, to quite literally, animate. It all felt so rewarding, the running away, the hustle to find my feet here, seeing myself through art school. It had all paid off. I felt genuine joy and so I painted the background. A nice sunset, because it felt that way in me.
I feel like I’m writing an essay as opposed to a diary entry, but I genuinely feel like the fact that I embraced myself, and followed my heart and gave myself the opportunity to be me, without apology is everything. I gave my comfort up because it dared silence the woman I am. Leaving home was the best decision I made. As Shakespeare once wrote, “To be or not to be? That is the question”. That will always be the question, because it’s always a matter of “Do I want to be me, or who the world wants me to be?” or “Do I want to be happy or do I want to make others happy?”, and the very day I realized the only person that mattered in those questions, was me. My own very self. I was the deciding factor in my life. I wasn’t trying to be selfish, I just wanted to be happy. If being happy meant discarding my parents’ plan for my life and making my own plans? Then yes. I took the reins, became the anchor of my own ship, and I have looked nowhere else since. If I feel like it, I’ll tell you about when I got pregnant. For now, I need to sleep, and maybe do some laundry.
With all the love,
Lorelai.
April 23, 2019 at 7:30 pm
Dear Tolu,
You managed to create an entire story for a free choice; which I personally wouldn’t do because I’m lazy. You did it though, and you did great! It flowed nicely even between each year, which is quite hard to do. And the whole thing just fits together like a puzzle, where each piece of it contributes to the final picture.
There were some parts you could work on though, even though I don’t blame you for missing them since this is a big piece. It has a lot of missed potential, for example when you mentioned the miscarriage, you just touched face with it then immediately left to the next section. I think if you spent more time describing the emotions that went through your character it can really fill up your piece. Other times you kinda strayed away from the diary theme, but you managed to make up for that in the last sentence by stating that she felt like she wasn’t writing a diary entry anymore.
Other than that, this was great, and honestly if you worked on more description it could be a great story. It’s already really good but it has a lot of potential. I really enjoyed reading it however; and I cant wait for your future posts.
-Jimmy
May 15, 2019 at 4:44 am
Dear Jimmy,
Thank you for this feedback. I will definitely try to work on it. I’m glad you’re excited for my writing.
Love,
Tolu
April 23, 2019 at 8:14 pm
My Tolu,
I loved this piece and I’m so impressed with the story and character you have created. This girl went through so much and the fact that you were able to put it all in a diary entry makes it feel all the more powerful to me.
One place to work on would be to go into more detail on some events, such as the miscarriage. It would be great to be able to get in touch with her more and learn more of the reasons why she is doing everything she does.
Overall this is an amazing piece and I cannot wait to read even more of your work.
Love,
Sydney
May 15, 2019 at 4:48 am
My Sydney,
Thank you for taking out time to read my work. I am glad you enjoyed it. I got this particular note from everyone so I’ll definitely expand on the incident. Thank you my love.
Love,
Tolu.
May 4, 2019 at 10:54 pm
Dearest Tolu,
This piece was amazing! As a reader, it felt as though the character was speaking to me, rather than me just reading a piece. Not only did it flow perfectly, but the language and the way you pieced together each phrase had me fully entranced the entire way. There were about a million different phrases & parts I fell in love with, “The end of the submission, and the beginning of authority.”, my favourite. It was beautiful in every sense.
For improvements, all I can really say is (like others have mentioned), possibly talk about different events more in depth! The section about the miscarriage was a beautiful sorrow, and having more about it would make it even more amazing! Regardless, you were able to construct a beautiful free choice that had me in love from beginning to end.
You are an amazing writer, with a powerful voice & I cannot wait to read more of your pieces!
Love always <3
Alyna
May 15, 2019 at 4:49 am
Dear Alyna,
I am overjoyed that my piece spoke to you. Coming from you, that speaks volumes. I will definitely see about expanding on the miscarriage incident. Thank you once again.
Love,
Tolu.
May 5, 2019 at 4:12 am
Dear Tolu:
This is a smoothly written narrative which managed to make me feel for this character in only a few paragraphs. The symbolism of the painting was a unique way to portray this person’s life and the emotions put in with each important event in her life were beautiful. The only suggestion I have is giving more context to some events such as the miscarriage which deserved to have more time spent to the shear impact it would have had on this woman’s life. This is her life story after all. But other than that I really enjoyed the fluidity of this piece. The good and the bad all weaved together.
Sincerely,
Reegan =)
May 15, 2019 at 4:50 am
Dear Reegan,
I’m super happy you loved this piece. I will definitely take your feedback into consideration. Thank you.
Love,
Tolu.