Okay, I confess. It may have taken me a while to fully embrace my ability, but I’m a writer. I’ll say that loudly and proudly on this glorious day. And I love every quiet moment I’m afforded to get my ideas and experiences out there.
Writing is cathartic and empowering, and it tickles my inner need to express my creativity. It’s something I never imagined I’d be capable of, let alone good at.
When I took my SATs almost 20 years ago, I scored an 1180. I took the test on two separate occasions and had the exact same outcome: a 700/800 on the mathematics portion and a 480/800 on the critical reading and writing portion. After being accepted into university, I placed into honors calculus and introduction to expository writing. I was sold. I’m a math person. I graduated four-and-half years later with a degree in Finance and a GPA of 3.7. I took the minimum amount of writing classes required. And if I was able to skip them altogether, I’ll bet my GPA would’ve been a 3.9.
But, I’m a writer. Logic, reasoning, and numbers are safe and easy to navigate. 1+1=2. Period. A^2 + B^2 = C^2. Everyday. When something is easy, you tend to do it more frequently and you get better at it. But that statement is still true without the easy part. It doesn’t have to be easy for you to do it more frequently and get better at it.
Things like intuition, imagination, and holistic thought did not come easily for me. There are no formulas or guarantees for correctness. It’s an entirely different concept of learning. It’s about understanding who you are. It’s about accepting that your perception isn’t the only one.
It’s about acknowledging your strengths and your weaknesses. And it’s about beginning to put together what all that means.
I’m a writer. Each piece I compose shares a little bit of my soul. Some parts I’m learning to let go of. Other parts are trying to manifest. I don’t have to be a math person or a writer. I can be both. I am both. It never had to be one way or the other. I learned to write because I did it over and over again. I learned to write when I misused terminology or grammar and was corrected. I learned to write because I accepted my vulnerability.
I didn’t learn this in a university, but I did do it with a talented mentor. And I did it often. I can’t be a knower of all things, but I can be curious and consistent. And now that I’m a writer, I’ve been given the power of sharing my story. A power I will never give up. A power I will take seriously.