On the write track

moment_to_memoryMemories are amazing communicators. The scent of a candle may awaken feelings of your first dance with the love of your life. A song echoing from the car next to you in traffic brings back images of cruising through the mountains, t-tops off, mooing at the cows as you pass them. Yes, these are my memories. They are not made up. Memories can teach you an astonishing amount about yourself. If you let them.

My earliest vacation memory occurred at Disney World when I was ten years old. The moments I remember about that vacation are quite peculiar. We stayed at the Polynesian Resort and we had cherry danishes every morning for breakfast. Don’t ask, I have no idea. This is what I remember. I also remember the souvenir I received on that trip. AΒ Mickey Mouse diary. You know, the one with a cool clasp and a key the size of a safety pin. I felt supremely confident that all my thoughts and recordings were safely guarded by that imitation leather strap when in reality a single piece of duct tape would have been much more secure. It is somewhat ironic those feelings kept so closely guarded back then are now being freely shared with the world through this blog. Alas, I digress.

It was around this same time that I remember a particular homework assignment in my English class. We were each asked to craft a short story about any subject, real or fictional. When I was a youngster, I played a lot of golf. When I say a lot, I mean every day of the summer. My dad would drop me off in the morning on his way to work. He would pick me up on the way home after work. In between, I would play as much as I could and drink a countless number of iced teas to stay hydrated. On one occasion, I was fortunate to score a hole-in-one. Or so I thought. That became the subject of my writing assignment.

You see, I was led to believe that my golf ball had found the bottom of the cup in one stroke. This was based upon the wild cheers coming from the green that I could not see. When I got to the green, I found my ball six inches from the hole. No hole-in-one. But, I did hold the feeling of that elusive moment in a golfer’s life for about ten minutes. My short story was all about sharing that feeling with the most intricate detail. The smell of the grass, the rustling of the wind through the trees, my heartbeat going from monotonous to out of control in an instant. It was an amazing feeling that I wanted to share with everyone.

As incredible as that feeling was, what felt even better was going back and re-reading what I had crafted. There was something about creating a vivid picture from a blank piece of paper and my choice of words that left me inexplicably blissful.

Fast forward several years to my sophomore year in college. As an engineering major, I was required to take a certain number of non-major electives. I chose Philosophy 101. For those of you that know me personally (or can tell from my blog content), I enjoy pondering the universe. This course really resonated with me. I remember having a writing assignment that required some deep introspection. Upon completing this paper, that same blissful state washed over me again. I had taken thoughts and feelings inside me and composed a work of art on paper using only words. Unfortunately, my professor failed to agree with that assessment. After receiving a C on the assignment, the course was promptly dropped and the memories of that feeling were pushed to the back burner.

Three months ago, I created this blog out of a desire to wake up my creative side. I was in a funk. I was looking for a forum to express myself, to make some sense out of my feelings (or lack thereof), to probe different areas of my life in an effort to determine what brought meaning and purpose. Little did I know the “thing” that would bring inner peace would be writing itself. Serendipity at its best.


If there was ever a quote that was custom made for me, this one by Stephen Hawking would be it. I am not forthcoming with my verbal communication. But, if you were able to peek inside my mind, there is a jumble of information moving well beyond the accepted speed limit in a somewhat reckless manner. Chaos would not be an inappropriate choice of words.

The universe has attempted to help me organize this chaos on at least two other occasions. In grade school, it sent me that euphoric feeling after completing my English assignment. In college, it tried again though its attempts were dashed by the subjective judgment of my philosophy professor. With the inception of my blog, the 3rd time was truly a charm.

I liken it to frozen water pipes in the middle of winter. Even though you turn the faucet on, you get barely a drip. However, once you light a flame under the thing that matters, those pipes thaw out and the water just flows. It’s a beautiful thing.

come-aliveI have realized that writing is my way of communicating with the world. It’s how the reckless traffic patterns in my mind have evolved into a highly efficient version of the German Autobahn. The written word is my way of making sense of my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences, my life. It’s as if there is a direct connection from my “true self” through my body, down my arm, and out of my fingertips as they press the keys and transform my thoughts into a concrete entity.

Words for me are like a magic elixir that soothe the most enraging moments, capture the most engaging ones, and allow me to share my true self in the most authentic manner possible. Just as I need to breathe, eat, and sleep to survive, I must also write. It makes me come alive.

I certainly feel like I’m on the write track.


12 thoughts on “On the write track

  1. Miriam July 30, 2013 / 11:21 am

    I understand what you’re saying about a busy mind. The weird thing to me is that not everyone’s minds are like this…some people really aren’t thinking of much at all! And yes, writing helps tremendously. I always wrote as a kid, both for school and pleasure, and continued into young adulthood; but as family life became busier I wrote less and less. Blogging gave me some structure and motivation to get back into it, plus I love feeling like I have some kind of record of our family life, that the days aren’t just disappearing.

    • davecenker July 30, 2013 / 11:58 am

      I agree about writing serving as a record of our lives. Even more, it can be a part of the legacy we leave for those we love and for all those that come after us.

      I would actually like to think that dumping my thoughts on paper frees up some space in my mind to fill up with new and interesting insights to share with the world. It’s like a wonderful cycle of input, processing, and output.

      Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. It truly is awesome to be able to share insights and experiences with others πŸ˜‰

  2. MRS N, the Author July 30, 2013 / 12:54 pm

    Another excellent blog post! Love the whole Disney World memory! Isn’t it amazing how no matter how you try to bury the writer in you, it always resurfaces? I also love how you started this blog to give your creative side a jolt! Well done you! You have such a beautiful writing style and should consider writing a book. You weave a story with such imagery that it is captivating to the reader. πŸ˜‰

    You are on the write track! πŸ˜‰

    • davecenker July 30, 2013 / 1:45 pm

      Thank you Mrs N. I sincerely appreciate your kind words. I guess I did bury the writer in me pretty deep, but I am glad that it was persistent enough to find its way back to the surface. When you are able to genuinely share what’s inside, it is so incredibly liberating. It releases all pressure (positive or negative) and allows you to just “be”. What a truly wonderful place to be πŸ™‚

  3. Amy Lynne Hayes July 30, 2013 / 3:32 pm

    It is amazing how the simple act of writing, even if it is in the “stream on consciousness” manner, really helps us sort through our thoughts. I must say I love how you reference childhood memories at Disney – I can truly relate to that. My mom’s side of the family (all the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents – 26 in total) used to go to Disney in Orlando every other year for Thanksgiving. It was always such a beautiful time to go as it was decorated for Christmas, and the whole family was able to spend time together. Really great post, as per usual. πŸ™‚

    • davecenker July 30, 2013 / 3:43 pm

      Thank you Amy … you are too kind πŸ˜‰

      I agree with you that stream of consciousness writing is so cathartic and therapeutic. At first I thought it was silly. Until you try it and feel how powerful it can be.

      Disney is certainly a magical place for me. With my marriage proposal staged in the rose garden next to Cinderella’s castle, wedding ceremony at the wedding pavilion, and our son’s 1st birthday party at the Crystal Palace in the Magic Kingdom, it has provided more than its share of wonderful memories πŸ˜‰

      Thank you so much for sharing insights and memories of your own … have an inspired day!

  4. Niki Richardson July 31, 2013 / 1:48 am

    Love love love this post. Yes Dave you are a truly gifted writer. Whereas I write because I can– you write because you MUST! And write you MUST! the imagery, the emotions, the style– I could feel myself transported – to both Disney World and the golf course! Thank you for sharing your childhood memories! I totally agree with you about how powerful they are in telling us about ourselves if only we are willing to pay attention!

    • davecenker July 31, 2013 / 8:58 am

      Thank you Niki πŸ˜‰

      I am so happy that you enjoyed the post. I should be one to speak because it has taken me so long, but you are so right that if we all are able to quiet ourselves and tap into our inner self and memories in whatever way works best for us,magic begins to happen.

      Once you feel it, you want to share it with the world and help them find that same feeling. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and insights. They are always sincerely appreciated πŸ˜‰

  5. Escaping Our Comfort Zone July 31, 2013 / 9:58 am

    Check out the book called “The Artist’s Way.” I think you would enjoy it.

    • davecenker July 31, 2013 / 10:08 am

      Thank you for stopping by and for the suggestion. It is much appreciated πŸ™‚

  6. apartmentwife July 31, 2013 / 7:20 pm

    i think i’ve found someone who loves words as much as i do.. maybe that’s why we’re both bloggers? thanks for sharing πŸ™‚

    • davecenker August 1, 2013 / 9:15 am

      It’s said that when you surround yourself with people that share your passion, that passion gets nurtured and it is permitted to grow even deeper and stronger. Although it is a virtual surrounding here in the blogosphere, it is still just as effective πŸ˜‰ Thank you for sharing your comments and thoughts and have an inspired day!

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