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So I know TED is about a lot of things that are big,
but I want to talk to you about something very small.
So small, it's a single word.
The word is "misfit."
It's one of my favorite words, because it's so literal.
I mean, it's a person who sort of missed fitting in.
Or a person who fits in badly.
Or this: "a person who is poorly adapted
to new situations and environments."
I'm a card-carrying misfit.
And I'm here for the other misfits in the room,
because I'm never the only one.
I'm going to tell you a misfit story.
Somewhere in my early 30s,
the dream of becoming a writer came right to my doorstep.
Actually, it came to my mailbox
in the form of a letter that said I'd won a giant literary prize
for a short story I had written.
The short story was about my life as a competitive swimmer
and about my crappy home life,
and a little bit about how grief and loss can make you insane.
The prize was a trip to New York City to meet big-time editors and agents
and other authors.
So kind of it was the wannabe writer's dream, right?
You know what I did the day the letter came to my house?
Because I'm me,
I put the letter on my kitchen table,
I poured myself a giant glass of vodka
with ice and lime,
and I sat there in my underwear for an entire day,
just staring at the letter.
I was thinking about all the ways I'd already screwed my life up.
Who the hell was I to go to New York City
and pretend to be a writer?
Who was I?
I'll tell you.
I was a misfit.
Like legions of other children,
I came from an abusive household
that I narrowly escaped with my life.
I already had two epically failed marriages underneath my belt.
I'd flunked out of college not once but twice
and maybe even a third time that I'm not going to tell you about.
And I'd done an episode of rehab for drug use.
And I'd had two lovely staycations in jail.
So I'm on the right stage.
But the real reason, I think, I was a misfit,
is that my daughter died the day she was born,
and I hadn't figured out how to live with that story yet.
After my daughter died I also spent a long time homeless,
living under an overpass
in a kind of profound state of zombie grief and loss
that some of us encounter along the way.
Maybe all of us, if you live long enough.
You know, homeless people are some of our most heroic misfits,
because they start out as us.
So you see, I'd missed fitting in to just about every category out there:
daughter, wife, mother, scholar.
And the dream of being a writer
was really kind of like a small, sad stone in my throat.
It was pretty much in spite of myself that I got on that plane
and flew to New York City,
where the writers are.
Fellow misfits, I can almost see your heads glowing.
I can pick you out of a room.
At first, you would've loved it.
You got to choose the three famous writers you wanted to meet,
and these guys went and found them for you.
You got set up at the Gramercy Park Hotel,
where you got to drink Scotch late in the night
with cool, smart, swank people.
And you got to pretend you were cool and smart and swank, too.
And you got to meet a bunch of editors and authors and agents
at very, very fancy lunches and dinners.
Ask me how fancy.
Audience: How fancy?
Lidia Yuknavitch: I'm making a confession: I stole three linen napkins --
from three different restaurants.
And I shoved a menu down my pants.
I just wanted some keepsakes so that when I got home,
I could believe it had really happened to me.
You know?
The three writers I wanted to meet
were Carole Maso, Lynne Tillman and Peggy Phelan.
These were not famous, best-selling authors,
but to me, they were women-writer titans.
Carole Maso wrote the book that later became my art bible.
Lynne Tillman gave me permission to believe
that there was a chance my stories could be part of the world.
And Peggy Phelan reminded me
that maybe my brains could be more important than my boobs.
They weren't mainstream women writers,
but they were cutting a path through the mainstream
with their body stories,
I like to think, kind of the way water cut the Grand Canyon.
It nearly killed me with joy
to hang out with these three over-50-year-old women writers.
And the reason it nearly killed me with joy
is that I'd never known a joy like that.
I'd never been in a room like that.
My mother never went to college.
And my creative career to that point
was a sort of small, sad, stillborn thing.
So kind of in those first nights in New York I wanted to die there.
I was just like, "Kill me now. I'm good. This is beautiful."
Some of you in the room will understand what happened next.
First, they took me to the offices of Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
Farrar, Straus and Giroux was like my mega-dream press.
I mean, T.S. Eliot and Flannery O'Connor were published there.
The main editor guy sat me down and talked to me for a long time,
trying to convince me I had a book in me
about my life as a swimmer.
You know, like a memoir.
The whole time he was talking to me,
I sat there smiling and nodding like a numb idiot,
with my arms crossed over my chest,
while nothing, nothing, nothing came out of my throat.
So in the end, he patted me on the shoulder
like a swim coach might.
And he wished me luck
and he gave me some free books
and he showed me out the door.
Next, they took me to the offices of W.W. Norton,
where I was pretty sure I'd be escorted from the building
just for wearing Doc Martens.
But that didn't happen.
Being at the Norton offices
felt like reaching up into the night sky and touching the moon
while the stars stitched your name across the cosmos.
I mean, that's how big a deal it was to me.
You get it?
Their lead editor, Carol Houck Smith,
leaned over right in my face with these beady, bright, fierce eyes
and said, "Well, send me something then, immediately!"
See, now most people, especially TED people,
would have run to the mailbox, right?
It took me over a decade to even imagine
putting something in an envelope and licking a stamp.
On the last night,
I gave a big reading at the National Poetry Club.
And at the end of the reading,
Katharine Kidde of Kidde, Hoyt & Picard Literary Agency,
walked straight up to me and shook my hand
and offered me representation, like, on the spot.
I stood there and I kind of went deaf.
Has this ever happened to you?
And I almost started crying
because all the people in the room were dressed so beautifully,
and all that came out of my mouth was:
"I don't know. I have to think about it."
And she said, "OK, then," and walked away.
All those open hands out to me, that small, sad stone in my throat ...
You see, I'm trying to tell you something about people like me.
Misfit people -- we don't always know how to hope or say yes
or choose the big thing,
even when it's right in front of us.
It's a shame we carry.
It's the shame of wanting something good.
It's the shame of feeling something good.
It's the shame of not really believing we deserve to be in the room
with the people we admire.
If I could, I'd go back and I'd coach myself.
I'd be exactly like those over-50-year-old women who helped me.
I'd teach myself how to want things,
how to stand up, how to ask for them.
I'd say, "You! Yeah, you! You belong in the room, too."
The radiance falls on all of us,
and we are nothing without each other.
Instead, I flew back to Oregon,
and as I watched the evergreens and rain come back into view,
I just drank many tiny bottles of airplane "feel sorry for yourself."
I thought about how, if I was a writer, I was some kind of misfit writer.
What I'm saying is,
I flew back to Oregon without a book deal,
without an agent,
and with only a headful and heart-ful of memories
of having sat so near
the beautiful writers.
Memory was the only prize I allowed myself.
And yet, at home in the dark,
back in my underwear,
I could still hear their voices.
They said, "Don't listen to anyone who tries to get you to shut up
or change your story."
They said, "Give voice to the story only you know how to tell."
They said, "Sometimes telling the story
is the thing that saves your life."
Now I am, as you can see, the woman over 50.
And I'm a writer.
And I'm a mother.
And I became a teacher.
Guess who my favorite students are.
Although it didn't happen the day
that dream letter came through my mailbox,
I did write a memoir,
called "The Chronology of Water."
In it are the stories of how many times I've had to reinvent a self
from the ruins of my choices,
the stories of how my seeming failures were really just weird-ass portals
to something beautiful.
All I had to do was give voice to the story.
There's a myth in most cultures about following your dreams.
It's called the hero's journey.
But I prefer a different myth,
that's slightly to the side of that
or underneath it.
It's called the misfit's myth.
And it goes like this:
even at the moment of your failure,
right then, you are beautiful.
You don't know it yet,
but you have the ability to reinvent yourself
That's your beauty.
You can be a drunk,
you can be a survivor of abuse,
you can be an ex-con,
you can be a homeless person,
you can lose all your money or your job or your husband
or your wife, or the worst thing of all,
a child.
You can even lose your marbles.
You can be standing dead center in the middle of your failure
and still, I'm only here to tell you,
you are so beautiful.
Your story deserves to be heard,
because you, you rare and phenomenal misfit,
you new species,
are the only one in the room
who can tell the story
the way only you would.
And I'd be listening.
Thank you.
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【TED】Lidia Yuknavitch: The beauty of being a misfit (The beauty of being a misfit | Lidia Yuknavitch)

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