Sometimes I don't consider myself a writer although that is what I dream of. Besides the days when I dream I'm Pat Benetar...we'll deal with those issues later. Writers...write. Dreamers...dream. Guess which one I lean towards? If I'm a dreamer, then 'nuff said. Shut down the laptop and go to bed.
But I'm a writer dammit. I wasn't given this gift to go to bed at night dreaming of all the things that I could be doing with it. I was born with a purpose. I was born with a reason for being able to tap these fingers on these keys.
As a child, my grandma held my "piano fingers" telling me they were long and ready for a purpose. I thought during my seven years of piano lessons that music was my purpose. But I know now that I'm a writer. I write my thoughts and my feelings down for you all to read because I know you feel this way too. I know some of you need to know that it's okay and it's normal. I know that I need to be reminded that God loves me and He loves you too. God gave me this purpose because of my heart, because I know the truth and I know how to say it because I am just like all of you. I don't always speak eloquently, I am not a poet; just a friend to all of you. I laugh at myself and share with you stories of my heart, my family and friends.
God handed it to me and told me what to do with it. So now I say to you, it's over, I'm done with getting in my own way. I can't take my lousy excuses and putting up with hearing my gut scream at me. I'm a writer and I'm done playing games, I'm done doing this halfway. It is all on me, nothing left to say but, "Write On!"