What are you good at?
I was brave once and told a group of people I could write and sing and that I was writing a book. My best friend wanted to read it. She was a creative writing major in college and she said frankly: “You think this is good?!”
I love her honesty. It’s one of my favorite things about her. She can be harsh and hurtful with her words. She’s not a Christian but her bravery to tell the truth is inspiring.
She helped me become a better writer, something I thought I was really good, but actually was not good at all.
Now, at the risk of sounding prideful I can say that I am a good writer. You may not think so, but the job of a writer is to put their heart on the “paper” and hopefully make people wonder, “what was this writer really thinking?”
My parents won’t read my book because of the language, yet theyve forgiven me of me things much worse, and gathered around me, and excepted me back into their lives…
But they will never read my life‘s work, and that crushes my soul.
My grammar may not be perfectly correct. I dictate, and Siri hates me. My writing may be breaking some established “laws”. But when I write, I write to start a conversation; a comfortable space, so I let my mind run free. I put my real thoughts on the “paper” just as I think them.
We will adapt. 