Write about a thing that scares you. For a twist, pick a different style from your own. Sometimes living an authentic life can be terrifying. For me at least. But I’d rather have a few honest friendships than hordes of phony ones. I usually favor shorter sentences so I tried to elongate them a bit. Other than that it still sounds like me. I did my best 🙂
As I pull into the parking lot on a sunny, sweltering hot day, beads of sweat are already forming on my forehead, even before I open the door of my car and leave the comfort of my frigid air conditioning. I clutch the letter in my hand as I get out of my car. With every step closer to her front door, I can hear my heart pulsating between my ears. It’s not too late, I tell myself. I can get back in the car and sped away, tires squealing, never speak of this letter again. But I can’t. I’ve decided to live a life of authenticity from this day forward. I can’t pretend that everything is okay any longer; a talent that I have perfected since childhood. My story matters; my feelings matter; I matter. I climb the steps to the front door and knock loudly. My stomach churns as I hear movement inside, realizing that I’d hoped no one would be home, that I could leave a hastily scrawled note in the door and run away like a coward. She opens the door a few seconds later and smiles, happy to see me, but a little confused. She wants to know why I’m here, unannounced, in the middle of her afternoon. I can tell she was busy – I smell food simmering on the stove. There’s a bucket filled with suds sitting on the kitchen floor. It’s my last chance. I can say I just came by to say hello, to see how she was doing, lock everything away in the closet in my brain that’s already bursting at the seams. Authenticity, I remind myself. I raise the months-old letter still clutched in my hand so that it’s eye level with her. She looks even more confused.
“This really made me angry,” I say, my voice unwavering. The words are finally out, and I am afraid. Afraid of losing her friendship, but I know it has never truly been real. This is our chance to change that, begin again, to have a true relationship based on honesty instead of a lie. I stand on the front step staring back at her, waiting for her to let me in.