I am a writer…why?

Last year when the world shut down and I was home looking for things to do, I started to think about my life and what I could do next. I took online classes and became a certified life coach and I joined a network marketing company because I like the products, thinking I would love the whole social selling thing…not so much. Flipping through Pinterest, I saw an interesting writing prompt with the title, “She always wanted to be a ________, but…

So I grabbed a notebook, wrote the title as a heading and decided to just write whatever, no stopping until I got to the end of the page…what follows is my writing prompt answer. No edits, no add ons…just my raw thoughts as they came out of my head and onto the page.

She always wanted to be a writer, but spent most of her time never putting pen to paper. Books, books and more books…she read like it was the air she needed to survive. Always in search of the story, the journey, the magical life that books bring, but she could never finish a story, a novel, not even a damn two line poem.

Why? She asked constantly through the years, why? The answer was simple and complicated all at the same time…because she was lazy, because she was insecure about her “work”. It was simple because she knew the reasons, had always known. But also difficult to get past it, to push through the nonsense that racked her brain not allowing her to fulfill her destiny.

And that’s what it was, it was what she was meant to do. She knew in the depths of her soul that books and writing were what would make her complete, that’s what her legacy should be.

All those years of working a job just to live, but thinking about a whole lot of other possibilities she could do or be. She would try to learn—life coach, wellness coach, maybe start a career selling oils or whatever…but no…she did nothing.

Until one day it came back to her like a whisper and a sledgehammer all at the same time-WRITER. And she knew; she found peace in the thought and picked up a pen, put it to paper and began with the sentence; She always wanted to be a writer, but….

That was what came out of my head onto the page that day in October last year. I recently saw a Jack Kerouac quote from “On the Road” that says, “I was going home in October. Everyone goes home in October.” I guess he was right…I wrote that piece in October and I started this blog in October…so I guess I am officially home.

Author:

Hi, I'm Tracie. I am a writer, reader, life coach, lover of the city and the beach. I am a big fan of all things caffeinated. I dig things from many different decades, but am a definite child of the 80's. My blog is about everything and anything my mind conjures up. Enjoy the ride.

11 thoughts on “I am a writer…why?

  1. Oh my gosh you are officially home!! This is so beautiful Tracie!! I just absolutely love everything you wrote!! Such an inspiration!!
    YOU ARE A WRITER!!

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