S is for Start

You have to start somewhere, right? In this February series, I decided that I just needed to begin my blog. The fact of the matter, and this is something I’m been recently realizing about myself is this: I have a lot of dreams. I have a lot of passions and interests. I’m curious about a lot of things.

I’m most myself as a writer, I’m realizing. I thrived as a college student, particularly one that was enrolled in classes that required writing papers. The reason I ended up loving my college courses is because they required me to write. A lot. And although I didn’t realize it at the time, my ability to put words to paper. To fly my fingers across the keyboard and produce coherent thoughts.

This ability is more than just a convenient skill to have. This ability is one that makes me come alive. I got most excited about being a teacher when I began to write about it. I became most alive to myself when I was connecting through my writing. I could write for forever.

My parents always told me that I had the gift of “blah blah blah.” They told me that I had a way with words, and would even ask me to help them reword things they were writing themselves. I never had any issues being a writer. Yet, I never saw myself as a writer.

Nowhere in my writerly life did someone come to me and call me a writer. Therefore, as my adult interests have begun to expand and my experience as a teenage Xanga blogger resurfaced, I never dared call myself a writer.

As my passions have shifted and are coming out in different forms, it has taken a lot of bravery and mind tricks to finally call myself a writer. I am a writer because I write. And, just as I tell my 10 year old students, they are each writers because they write (or because I make them write, muahaha.) They may not believe me today or even this year. But, I want to gift them with this identity that I never dreamed to have.

Today, I write as a writer who is honing their voice. I don’t have a niche. I don’t have a focus. I am exploring. I am taking on different identities and trying out different topics. I don’t know what kind of writer I will become. But, I do know that I am indeed, a writer.

This is my start of writing more. Of publishing my writing even though it’s scary. Of not hoarding drafts upon drafts on my WordPress account or Google drive. Of sharing the writing that I have that is ever so personal and close to me.

The best way to become a writer is to start. And, the best way to find out the kind of writer I am, is to start.

So, here is my start.

What do you need to start?