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.
But lately, it changed. Part of it was thanks to Rosalyn for starting a writer’s group – something that gave me accountability and deadlines and friends who tell me my writing doesn’t suck. I don’t think I can ever repay her for the idea and willingness to ask me to join when we passed each other on the elementary playground in the midst of mom-dom.
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?