I was asked today during a phone interview how long I’ve been writing. I said that I’ve been writing since I was ordering womb-service.
Seriously though, I’ve always loved writing. Before age 10 I would make up skits complete with scripts and perform them with my sister. (James Moorer would have been so proud). I would write poetry and hallmark-worthy cards for people. I have always loved pretty, witty, descriptive, influential words.
When I was 12 I wrote a letter using perfect formal letter format to ask my parents for a raise in allowance. I stated how I’d worked tirelessly and faithfully doing my chores and asked for $0.50 more an hour. I completed it with a perfect closure.
Yes, of course I got the raise.
But mostly I would sit in the bicep of the climbing tree beside the house and describe the birds and the breeze and the salt-scented air that preceded a coming storm.
Shocking, then, that I stopped writing creatively for 5 years recently. I just did. I wrote extensively through my English literature degree and stopped writing when I was working on my Master’s. Ironically my Master’s is in Technical Writing.
Early in 2018 I read a blog by a new friend, and then I ordered and read their book. And something in me just clicked back on. All the years of dormant words sprang back to life in me.
I’m not sure what your thing is. What is it that makes you tick? What throws your best smile on your face? What is it that needs to spring back to life in you?
Writing? Speaking? Acting? Drawing? Mentoring? Dancing?
Please think about this today and put it into action. If we all began to operate in our talents, the world would be a better place.
What is it for you?
For me, it was love at first write.