I discovered my love for writing when I was about six years old. At such a young age, I found writing stories as my favorite escape. Of course, my stories were mostly about puppies and ponies but it took me to another world when I wanted to get out of mine. I was going through a lot when I was younger. I’ll probably get into it more in another post, but my childhood was pretty rough. This resulted in a lot of emotions that I needed to get out and writing was my favorite way. I still have a book that I put together when I was younger. I wanted to insert a picture of it, but I can’t find it right now.
My love for writing stayed around up until my high school years. I was that girl that looked forward to essays. I even ended up being placed in advanced writing classes. I remember the day when my English teacher held me after class and told me he was impressed with my writing so he’d like to switch me to his advanced class. He wanted to challenge my writing skills. This thrilled me because when it came to writing, I wanted to improve as much as I could. When it came to verbally put my thoughts into words, I had trouble. I’m a girl that has a lot to say at all times but when I open my mouth, I stumble and somehow just can’t get my thoughts to come out the way I would like them to.
Now it’s not that I stopped loving to write but something changed after high school. For the first time, I had trouble trying to get my thoughts out. I put together my first blog hoping that I would find my inspiration again. Needless to say, that blog didn’t last long. Every post seemed forced and short. So I stopped writing altogether. A couple of years later, about five months ago, I started over. This was my second blog. I was determined to get my passion back. Surprise, that didn’t last long either. I grew frustrated. The magic that I felt when I used to write was just gone. Where did it go?
Well, you are reading this on my third blog and things are completely different. As you may have guessed, things finally took a positive turn about a few weeks ago! It started when I was having a horrible day. I felt empty, so unmotivated, and was having pretty bad anxiety. I picked up my computer and decided to just start typing. Before I knew it, my fingers were flying a mile a minute. I had a lot to say. More importantly, I felt it. I stared at the words on my computer and started tearing up. There it was. I found it. So I took a deep breath and logged into my WordPress and started over. Now here I am! I know this time is different because every single day, I have an urge to sit down and write. It’s the best feeling.
I can honestly say that writing is my passion. My escape. My favorite way to communicate the endless thoughts in my mind. I want to write when I’m happy, when I’m sad, and when I’m feeling ten emotions at once. I’m just so thankful I found that passion again.
Writing is my passion, what’s yours?
Thank you for reading ♥