I just finished (almost) a really crazy 6 weeks of my life. Writing suffered, something I’m not happy about, but I had a realization that made the six weeks of crazy worth it.
I figured out what I want – and that is to be a writer.
This may not be a revolutionary idea to some, but there are times when people say they want to do something because it’s the in thing or because they like it for a week or two or whatever…and for a while I thought that was writing for me.
Part of it was realizing that for the last two years of my life, I felt like a partial person. I have a job that I enjoy (for the most part…it is a job….) and kids who are amazing and a super supportive husband, but I couldn’t find my thing – that spark that gave me passion in life. And writing has done that for me.
And about four months ago, I started calling myself a writer. And then I had a friend introduce me to one of her colleagues as a writer. And I have this thing, burning in my soul (so to speak) that makes me feel like I’m on the cusp of a life better than I’ve lived so far.
I’m taking time away from my kids – sometimes. I’m separating myself from TV more and more. And I’m dreaming of my characters again.
What are you doing to become who you want to be?
I'm so glad that you've had that epiphany, Tasha, because you really are a talented writer. We are proud of you and of your lovely work-in-progress! 🙂
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I totally get what you're feeling, Tasha. That happened to me ten years ago. I'd always been a writer but it was a job (newspaper reporter). It wasn't until I quit to stay home with my kids, and started floundering around doing freelance stuff when I discovered writing for kids. Then… WOW! The passion lit me up as soon as I met my critique group and started going to conferences. I'd never felt that before about anything.
Glad you found your niche in life!
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