It’s safe to say my writing career, my success at my “real job,” or even these words you’re reading right now would not exist if I hadn’t been told the words I’m about to tell you:
It’s not the hearts.
It’s not the “likes.”
It’s not the spikes in stats on WordPress.
It’s not the hollow pats on the back.
It’s not the fame.
It’s not the ability to say “I’m a writer” (although that’s nice).
It’s not the windfall of cash (this is a joke).
It’s not the thrill of a new idea.
It’s not the ego trip.
It’s not the convenient excuse to drink lots of coffee.
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It’s the idea that your words, your thought, your insights, could change someone’s life.
Don’t write to get attention.
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I know, I know. I’ve heard all the arguments for journaling.
It’s reflective. You learn about yourself. It keeps your life in perspective.
But frankly, it just wasn’t doing it for me.
Whenever I write, I want to be moving toward something. Even if I know I’ll chop a lot in the editing process, it at least feels like progress.
Journaling never felt like progress. I could never do it consistently, and if I had to write one more feeling, I would have thrown up.
So instead, I tried something different…
I remember when it happened.
The biology test, bright red “62” beaming out in mockery, was crumbled up in my hand. I bit my lip, not sure if I was going to scream or cry.
How could this happen? I was a great high school student. I cruised through all my classes. I thought I couldn’t fail.
Until I did.