I am one person of many passions: reading, running, yoga, traveling, learning, cooking, and…writing. Ever since the age of five, I have loved to write. I love short stories, poetry, journaling, you name it; I love it. And it has recently occurred to me that this passion of mine can become more than a passion; it has the potential to become my life.
If I love to write–and if writing loves me–then what is stopping me from expanding upon this great love of mine? It’s kind of like ‘skinny love,’ when two people really love each other but they don’t do anything about it. So this is my declaration of love for the one thing that will forever make my heart sing: writing. Words. Beautiful, flowing sentences that take you to another world.
Over the summer, this glorious idea struck me. At the time, I was reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic, and I happened to be reading about how ideas don’t wait for you. Ideas come and go; they will not wait until you have your bachelor’s degree or until you’re done with that project at work. Ideas knock once, and they don’t wait too long for you to answer. So when this idea hit me, I ran with it. I ran like the wind.
About two months later, I have an outline and fifty pages. Like, I wrote fifty pages. For a book.
I’m writing a book.
It sounds crazy to me. I have had millions of ideas in my little time on earth and I have never committed to one so much as I have now. Yeah, it’s a little scary. But boy does it feel good to dive headfirst into something you love. It feels real, it feels true, it feels good. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I first picked up a pencil. And now, I am.
I am a writer. It’s as simple as that.
I am officially planting my passions and I will let them grow as wild as they’d like.
I encourage you to do the same.