Can you remember a moment in your life when you had life in yourself and it was wholly strange and new? Can you remember the moment when you stopped walking a path of someone else, and started cutting your own?
Write about that moment. And if you haven’t experienced it yet, let the miracle play out in your mind’s eye and write about that moment in your future.
The first time this really happened for me was the summer of 88-89. I spent most of it laid up with a broken leg, planning and scheming everything I would do in the coming year.
I’d deferred out of my first first year at Uni, got a job, and then broken my leg (in a fit of youthful stupidity). And I had plenty of time to think and dream and write.
So I did. I planned what I would do and how I would be. And a good 80% or so of my plan came into fruition over the course of 1989, and by then I was on my way. The legend of Loki (carefully maintained by me, especially in those early days) had begun. Nothing was ever the same again.
By the same token, few things were ever as large a change for me as that was, either.
Starting my own business (after years of talking about it) in 2009 is the next closest thing to it. It made marching to the beat of my own drum an official thing, although really, I’d been doing it for years.