NOW can I call myself a writer?
What passion of yours do you discredit because you haven’t done it long enough, well enough, fast enough, professionally enough, famously enough?
The thing that bubbles up from deep inside your soul is YOU, whether a thousand people know it or just you.
If you ever, ever, ever find yourself biting your tongue when the words “I’m a [thing-er]” or “I love [thing-ing]” want to come out . . . I challenge you to stick up for the enthusiastic, joyful, adventurous child deep inside you, and finish that sentence with pride.
“I’m a runner.”
“I’m a writer.”
“I love cooking.”
And remember that when your little child says “Mommy, I love drawing,” you would never say “Yes, but you’re not very good at it darling.”
Who you are and what you love and what you want still count as much as they did when you were 3 feet tall.
So say your “I’m-a” sentence, and then let it sit as truth. No “But-I’m-not,” “But-I-only” . . . Don’t discredit it. It is you.
Honor the passion inside you. Don’t extinguish your own flame. There are no minimum qualifications for being in love with life.
Thanks for honoring the Writer in me.
What are YOU?
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Honoring the adventurous human in you today.