I’ve wanted to be a writer since long before I can remember. I have books and poems that I wrote and illustrated from as far back 7 years old.
There’s something so amazing and beautiful about the written language. Writing has allowed me to create worlds and lives I wish were my reality. And I have loved being able to impact people with my words.
If you are of the belief that God gives each of us a gift from birth, I would whole-heartedly declare that writing is mine.
As much as I would love to say that I’ve written a great American novel, that’s not the case. And I’ve always accepted that may never be reality.
Which is what led me to study journalism in college – which is arguably not much more of a stable thing to pursue. But it has given me the security of a job, as well as the opportunity to write for a living.
I love my job as a reporter. I really do.
But it’s not the type of writing that sparked the interest of that little girl who once dreamed of being on bookshelves everywhere.
I’m a firm believer in following your passions, even if you just do it for a hobby. Because let’s be honest, things like finances often mean sacrificing what we want to do for what we need to do.
Writing is my passion, and for a handful of years I put it on the back burner. I was full of excuses.
I didn’t have time. I didn’t have the energy. I didn’t have anything to write about.
But really, I was just letting life get in the way. That is until my husband (who will probably read this just to make sure I give him credit) convinced me to get back to what I loved.
To write something, anything. Even if it was just a few minutes a day.
That led this blog, and subsequently another. (Which contains my creative works – you can check it out here.) And now I’m finishing my education with a minor in creative writing.
And now I write every day. And share it with all of you, which is also something I never thought I’d have the courage to do.
I feel like I’ve regained a piece of myself since I’ve started making time to write. I feel like it’s so easy to get lost in work, and marriage, and parenthood. And one day you look up and don’t even recognize the person you’ve become or where your life has gone.
So, make time to do something you love. Something that doesn’t serve anyone else but you. Laundry can wait. Kids can nap. Husbands can go take care of that laundry that’s waiting.
Draw. Write. Read. Paint. Sing. Dance. Exercise.
Trust me, you’ll be happy you did.