Today is my birthday, but not in the usual sense of the word. I am celebrating my birth as a writer. Ever since I was a little girl, I have had a love affair with words. My sisters and I would play word games and make up funny parodies of songs. I still remember the pride of writing my first story in fourth grade. It was a thrilling tale of a girl who goes back in time to Salem, Massachusetts, during the infamous witchcraft trials.
But over the years, I have come up with every delay and excuse I could muster to avoid taking the risk of really being a writer. These delays include, but are not limited to, spending 7 years as a high school English teacher, getting married and having four children. Today, with the help of my friend and life coach Melissa, I decided to make a commitment to the writing life.
Just as in childbirth, there is pain, hard labor and uncertainty in becoming something new. But there is also exhilaration and great love. I will always remember this date as my second “birthday” and hope to celebrate many fruitful writing years in the future.