I’m writing.
I’m writing.
I’M WRITING!
I’m sure you don’t realize the enormity of those two words. You see, I have always wanted to be an author. In high school writing fiction was my favorite.
But I didn’t become an author. My life ended up going a lot of places I never expected. But that desire to be an author has never left.
For the last several years I have felt this strong pull to share my story. I want to connect with humanity. I want people out there who are feeling like I felt to know that they aren’t alone. I want to offer them the lessons I’ve learned, the shoulder to cry on, the knowing that they are worth it, the forgiveness they believe they don’t deserve.
So I am writing.
I am writing a book.
I have committed to writing for 60 minutes a day. Why? Because authors write, of course. And I am an author.
I am writing.
I am writing a book.
It brings me so much joy I just want to keep typing it.
But I’ve got a book to write…