I am a writer.

am a writer.

am a writer.

It has been my life, since, well since I could form letters on paper.

I spent the first seventeen years of my life knowing I was a writer.

I spent the next four years being ashamed as a writer.

I spent nearly the next decade ignoring I am a writer.

And over 18 months ago, I had my moment. I was sitting on a scratchy blanket from my travels to Mexico as a 15 year old, listening to my pastor speak. The sun was beginning to set and cool off the hot day. And, something in the sermon struck me. I can’t tell you what it was or what sparked it, but I felt it deep down. I had a tunnel vision moment, that I have had rarely in my life. It felt as if God suddenly said to me “you will write.” I wrote it down in my notes, and I had trouble really following the rest of the sermon. I still don’t know why I had that moment, or what God’s plan is with my writing.

And yet, here I sit, facing a blank page with a blinking cursor. I still have to fight back the voices of criticism that swelled up and took over in my college years, but I’m here. And, I’m writing.