Who am I?
Simply put, I am Shundrey Patterson, native son of the Windy City and the voice behind shunpwrites.com, but the question that has eluded me ever since I could remember is:
“Who are you, really?”
Truth be told I really don’t know, but I take comfort in the reality that each day brings me closer to figuring it out. The passage of years bring the gift of wisdom, provided that we listen and open ourselves to the lessons that can and will be imparted to those who are willing to accept it.
That being said I am happy to report that my journey.
This walk of mine has swept me onto the rails of divine intervention with the realization that I am in conflict with myself.
And I was at a loss on how to move past… Myself.
Getting out of MY way was necessary, I had a severe need to step back; and be still.
My family has been indispensable, forcing me to ask the hard questions and to take a critical look at myself.
In doing this, I found myself drifting closer to the person that I want and need to be.
It is a component of human nature to harbor a contention that we have it all figured out, even when we know that we do not…
Our society places a premium on titles, accolades, degrees and the like… Sadly, it took a long time for me to understand that these things mean NOTHING in the grand scheme of things.
My epiphany came in the form of remembering something that my Grandmother always told me and she still utters it to this day:
“Son, sometimes people can be so smart that they are stupid”.
In short… In our uber-connected world we have a tendency to “overthink” with all the information that we have at our fingertips. Sadly, it gives us the illusion that we are smarter than we actually are.
I do know what I am not, what I aspire to be and the only “titles” that truly matter to me.
“Writer, Author, Wordsmith”
At the very core of my being-I am a writer with an insatiable desire to do something impactful and it is my contention that I can only do this via the keyboard.
Words and my family have been the singular consistent theme throughout my life.
As they have always walked in concert and accordingly they have provided me comfort, solace and sanity in a consistently, inconsistent world.
And because of this I have always been appreciative of their role in helping me to defy some of the expectations that I have been burdened with.
I’ve been called a thug, future statistic, stupid and etc… Just adjectives, descriptive terms, words on their surface, but those words began to sting nonetheless.
Routinely I was told that I didn’t belong, admittedly there was a period when doubt crept in and I started to believe it.
Words and family have saved my life many times over.
I have been able to utilize these elements in extracting myself out of precarious situations and in other instances to empower myself.
But, if there is one thing that my journey has taught me, it is that we have to study our steps, as understanding the place that we’ve come from will also provide the narrative to show us where we are going, but …
Somewhere along the way, I forgot that the Almighty … Has this magnificent way of re-calibrating and I realized …
That I was loved and …
That this thing called life… Is an exercise in living on borrowed time, but words are immortal and never die, hence my attraction to them I suppose.
Many years ago something that my beloved Aunt Lillian said to me before her passing has stuck with me with me as a constant source of motivation.
She told me that if I had a story:
“That I’d better tell it”, because if I didn’t I was simply wasting my time “sitting on my rump”.
Leaving that mandate unfulfilled is not an option for me.
This blog serves as my literary trek into an ongoing discovery of relevance for myself, a proverbial template for doing what truly makes me happy…
Being a writer.
Writing is a form of creation, unquestionably it is a labor of love to share something via the keyboard that may spark something in someone on the other side of this planet that we share.
Writing is the glue that keeps me from going off the deep end.
It is my sincere hope that my words can be fuel be for empowerment, rather than useless prattle that falls on deaf ears.
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