I am a writer.
It feels exhilarating to even write that!
I have been writing blog posts since February of this year, and yet it is only in the last few days that I feel able to say I am a writer. It was only a few months ago that I even identified the desire to be a writer ‘someday’. Well, why not today?
I remember the first time I said out loud “I want to be a writer”, and being shocked that those words had come from my mouth. How dare I want that? How dare I think that I could even dream of becoming something so creative and artistic? How could I possibly think that I could aspire to a label without any proper training or qualifications?
I studied law, but I did not become a lawyer. I now manage projects, therefore I am a project manager. But what if I am more than one thing? What if the thing that brings me alive is not the same thing that pays my bills and puts food on my table? And what if there was nothing holding me back but myself?
I write. Therefore, I am a writer.
If you were to label yourself by what brings you alive, rather than what pays your bills, what would you be?