There are so many different aspects of me, and sometimes I am afraid to acknowledge things. Finally after doing so for way too many years I acknowledge that I am a writer. I have been writing since childhood–poetry, short-stories, plays– you name it, I have definitely tried my hand at it. For years I have kept my work hidden, writing for hours and then just leaving the finished product in a notebook on my desk.
This past year I finally started sharing my work with others outside of family, and I have been getting wonderful feedback and encouragement. This has led me to seriously look into different avenues to pursue with my writing. It also led to the creation of this blog, which I always wanted to do but lacked the courage to do so.
Another title which I am claiming, even though I am very much a novice at, is an artist. I used to love to spend hours drawing, sketching and creating different types of abstract art using markers and colored pencils. Besides the fact that doing so calmed my spirit, I enjoyed the freedom of creating. I’m not sure why I stopped doing it, life got in the way I guess, but I have slowly started back up.
I realize that I am way more reserved in the work I’m creating now. Very timid, and rigid, like I am afraid to let go of whatever is holding me back. I know I wasn’t always this way and am working hard to let go of my inhibitions. But like I said in a previous blog entry I am a work in progress, still learning and growing. And really enjoying and embracing this journey.