What am I doing? Or, should I be doing this?

What am I doing? Or Should I be doing this?

Writing. It's not necessarily my greatest talent, but then again maybe it is and I'm just not aware of it yet.
The past few days I've felt the need to put some thoughts down on paper (or screen as the case may be). The last time I felt like this I was a freshman in college and the Twin Towers had just crumbled to the ground like a house of cards. My point is that I don't often get the urge to write which makes me believe I'm not a writer. Then a few recent conversations filter through my brain and I start to wonder. Do I really have nothing to say or am I keeping a wealth of knowledge and wisdom the Lord has bestowed upon me to myself? If the answer is the latter of the two, then why?
People often comment about how quiet I am or that I don't say much. Some people are extremely irritated by this personality trait of mine. They just can't stand that I'm not speaking my mind. I have to wonder what is in my head that makes my opinions and thoughts so important to them. Most of the time, I don't say anything because I truly have nothing to add to the conversation. Other times, I don’t say what I’m thinking because it will most likely come across as hurtful or mean. I don’t intend to be hurtful or mean, but I hate apologizing because of my opinion. If you ask me what I think and I answer, I don’t believe you are allowed to be hurt or offended by what I say. Yet too many times I’ve given my opinion and somebody ends up hurt by my words. This makes me hold them even closer to my heart. I don’t want to hurt someone. Not because I’m a people pleaser, which I am, but because it is not my goal or job to tear someone down or step on their dreams. It is not my job to judge others. The Lord Himself will tell us if we’ve made him proud or if we should have done it differently. In my world, His opinion is the only one that I should be truly concerned with and that is why I don’t understand why people are so curious to know what I think.
Allow me for a moment to contradict that last statement, because I should be concerned about what others think of me. What if I’m the only picture of Jesus that they get to see or hear? How do I want my Savior, my King to be portrayed? So, yes, I should care about what others think of me. I want and need Him to be my reflection to the world, otherwise those words I tuck under my tongue come out and people do get hurt. That’s not my job here.
Okay, back to writing, thinking, and speaking. I don’t write much, I don’t speak much, and now that I think about it, I don’t think much either. I try not to contemplate on life and the world too much because it just invites stress and worry about things I cannot change. So most of the time when I don’t speak, it’s because what ever the topic of choice is, I don’t really think about it much and thus truly have nothing to say about it. I try to live my life a moment at a time, each second as it comes to me. This is probably a great contributor to the reason that at two months shy of 27, I still don’t feel like a grown-up.
When I am asked a question and have time to think and choose my words carefully, I do try to give my best answer. Often times these responses are greeted with something like “wow, she doesn’t speak very often, but when she does it’s so wise” or something similar. People seem amazed that this quiet person sitting on the end of the couch who hardly ever speaks can dole out such wisdom. Especially when that quiet person at the end of the couch isn’t married, has never even been in a serious relationship, doesn’t have children, and still lives at home with mom and dad. That’s okay though. I probably wouldn’t think they knew much about photography if they’ve never picked up more than a point and shoot camera. So, I guess it balances out. Neither they nor I are right though. I do know a bit about human nature and the dynamic of relationships, and just because someone has never picked up a camera doesn’t mean they don’t know what would make a good photograph.
I’m sorry if I’ve rambled a little bit. I don’t know why I ramble, it’s not me. I think it comes from people trying to force me to talk more. I’m just not much of a talker. I never have been. Holding a conversation with people, even with my best friend, is awkward for me. There, I said it. I am socially awkward. I always have been. While I am a relatively intelligent person and once upon a time I was a pretty fantastic athlete (if I do say so myself), I seem to have made my way in life on the wings of a friendly smile. For some reason, as a child I did not talk unless I was spoken to first. This is not something my parents taught me, so I don’t know where I picked it up from. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve heard those same comments about being quiet; and I guess it has just stuck with me over the years.
Back to what this is all about. I try to contemplate life, I really do. Honestly though, when I do start to contemplate life my mind almost always goes blank. I think this is a gift from God. Really I do. The biggest issues and concerns in my life are typically related to my health, an area of my life I’ve given over to God. I think He doesn’t allow these things to enter my mind when I start to contemplate life because He knows it will only cause me stress and worry.
The things that do come to my mind are about what’s missing. This might get a little confusing so hold on. Nothing is missing from my life because I have all I need in Jesus, but there are things I’m missing. They are things He wants for me. I’m either not listening hard enough or I’m not recognizing something that is blocking me from Him. So, I wonder, am I a writer? As I write this I keep asking myself what am I doing? Or, should I be doing this? I’m still not convinced I’m a writer. These bothersome thoughts that provoke inches of words to appear on my screen come few and far between. Who would even take this journey through my mind? What is it that I’m supposed to be doing?