This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z challenge–blogging every day in the month of April (except Sundays!) with each letter of the alphabet.
For most of my life I’ve wanted to be a writer. It was never just a hobby for me, even when I wasn’t getting anywhere with it and I was far, far away from making any kind of money off it. Even through years of frustration, false starts, and rejections, I knew I was a writer. Nothing ever made me feel like writing did and when I looked into the future, I couldn’t imagine being anything but a writer. It took a lot of years to get to where I am now, maybe a lot more than some people take, but I always followed the same path.
That’s not to say the path was easy, or I didn’t sometimes fall off. More than once I shook my fist at the Universe and swore I was done. I’d had enough heartbreak, I’d failed enough times. I wanted to do something easier, something that wouldn’t hurt me so bad. The problem was, there was nothing else. The future without writing looked gray and bleak. Eventually I’d wander back to the page, roll up my sleeves, and get back to work doing what it was I was meant to do.
Writing has always been a yearning in me, something coded into my DNA that I couldn’t remove if I wanted to. It made me who I am from a young age and gave me a purpose. I always knew I was a writer and I didn’t question it. I’m blessed in that way, to always know what my role in life is, what I’m supposed to be. I struggled to get to a place with it where I’m content, but I have a feeling I won’t stay here long before I want to surge forward again. The yearning remains.
How about you, have you always been a writer? Did the yearning keep you on the path even when you wanted to wander off?
By the way, when this challenge is over, I’m moving on to the next! Come join me in May for NaBloPoMo, blogging every day in May about photos!