…is admitting to yourself that the thing that you’ve always want to do is the thing that you already are.
People who write are writers.
I’ve been doing the work of a writer for as long as I can remember. I’ve been putting together long and choppy and rhythmic sentences for as long as I can remember.
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember.
But it really wasn’t until this year that I began calling myself a writer.
Before then, I was just someone who liked to write. I was someone who could write because others said I could.
“Oh, so you’re a writer?”
“Oh, no, no, no. Writing is just something I do, sometimes. No, no. no. I’m far from being a Writer.”
I was afraid then. I was afraid to call myself a writer, specifically a “good” writer, because I was afraid that others would judge me as anything but…a good writer.
But when I started calling myself a writer, I saw that I was (and am) a writer and that by not claiming by title, I was leaning on other titles to fill in for, and make me forget about the work that I knew I wanted to do, not later but right now.
When I called myself a writer, I began doing the things that writers do.
I wrote more.
I wrote with intention.
I put “writer” in my bios and when talking about my “and” with motherhood, I included “a writer.”
“I’m a mother and a writer.”
Writing is my chocolate icing. It’s the thing I do along with motherhood that sweetens this journey.
Writing is my quiet place. It’s the place I go to when I want to be alone with my thoughts, my words.
I am a writer.
And you are, too.
If you are a blogger who writes everyday but who tells herself that “I’ll be a writer one day.” STOP.
You are a writer today. You’ve already “made it.”
Now look in the mirror, say that three times and write from that place. Go on! Do it!