Why do I write

Blogging Prompt #1: Why do I write?

Hmmmm, why do I write?

Writing is something I’m fairly new to. Sure, I had to write (aka BS) my way through high school and college. Sorry if any of my former teachers are reading this, haha. But, I don’t recall ever writing anything that really lit me up.

I’ve always been told by mentors, my parents, teachers, my therapist, yoga teachers, and even friends that writing is therapeutic and helps us sort out our inner thoughts. I’ve always taken that advice to heart, buying countless journals thinking that a new shiny cover or whimsy design would motivate me to write.

That couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Each time I’ve sat down to write in a journal I become agitated. It truly is an art form. It takes time. I don’t have anything interesting to write about.

I realized I was having a hard time looking in and really evaluating my life from a subjective standpoint. I couldn’t find something to write about that really resonated with me.

I inadvertently learned by starting this blog that I sort of have a natural knack for writing. There’s totally room for improvement and that’s what I hope to achieve by utilizing blogging prompts that I found online. By the way, if you’re curious to look at these prompts, I’m using these ones here.

Writing is a part of my life now.

As most of you know, I took a new job in October of last year. I joined a team at my current company that is full of creative individuals, writers, content creators, designers, and artists. Basically all of the things I want to become better at myself. Most of them have journalism and media backgrounds. A lot of them have side hustles and clients they represent. Although this is really exciting, it’s also a little intimidating.

In my previous job, I was kind of the odd man out. There wasn’t really anyone to critique me because I was kind of off doing my own thing in the I.T. world. Most were concerned about making functional applications, I was concerned with how to craft an eye catching email with graphics to it’s users. I was craving more creative freedom.

In my current job, part of my job is doing some writing on behalf of our company. My current boss is a former editor at a major local news paper, I now have an editor I consult with, a communications style guide, and coworkers telling me to forget that double spaces after a period will cease to exist in my life. Ha! That has been an adjustment. This change has been amazing, but all of a sudden it felt like I was truly at an elementary level in my line of work.

Don’t get me wrong, my new team is simply the best. Seriously, I couldn’t ask for better team mates. They’ve all been so kind and patient and welcoming. But, being my own worst critic, it’s hard to keep the self doubt at bay when I’m surrounded by experts and professionals in a field that I’ve aspired to enter into.

Words of wisdom shared with me.

We were all sitting around at a happy hour shortly after I joined the team, and after a few drinks someone asked if we could be doing anything what it would be. My answer was corny, but true.

“To be a better writer.” I said.

One of my team mates piped up from his beer and said, “the only way to be a better writer, is to write.”

This I know. Actually applying that advice is the tricky part. Finding the time to be a writer is even harder. I will pump out ideas all day, but you ask me to sit down and bring it to life, I clam up.

Fast forward to the following week and I was having a chat with another teammate as we made coffee. She is one of my favorite people on the team. It was shortly after Veteran’s Day and I was telling her about my blog, and the post I had written about my dad. How there was a book I had put off reading and how it changed my perspective when I finally got around to it.

She looked at me and said “I knew you were a writer. I’m not surprised by that at all, you carry yourself and speak like one. You’re a natural.”

Woah, woah, woah. I am NOT a writer. I have never seen myself as one and I am not one to label myself. I am a normal person who has a blog and who writes for it. I am a person who has a daughter and plays the role of a mother. I am a woman who is married. I am me, completely whole on my own.

She explained to me that it took her forever to say that she was a singer. I happen to know this woman has an angelic voice and is a really really good singer. That blew my mind that it took her forever to see herself in that light.

Now that I’ve thought about it, the signs have been everywhere. Even before I started a blog, I’ve had people come to me and say, “you’re good at writing, can you look this over for me?”

Since then I’ve shared with a few people that I’m having a hard time stepping into these labels. A writer, what a strange concept. Everyone’s replies have had one clear theme, “Own it girl.”

So here I am today, officially owning it.

I am a writer.

I write to be a better storyteller.

I write to share information with people.

I write to sort my thoughts out.

I write to inspire myself and others.

I write for a sense of connection.

I write to push myself out of my comfort zone.

I write to own my story.

I write to bear my soul.

I write to get to know me better.

Thank you for reading this. I hope everyone is having a fabulous New Year so far! Don’t forget to head to my new site www.theoldtownlocal.com and subscribe to be the first to get updates on when we’re going to launch!

Sending sunshine,


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