I’ve never been one to romanticize the art of writing. I think that is one of the reasons I have such imposter syndrome about my ability to do it. Or at least to do it well. I’m well aware that it is more hard work and time than it is talent. The idea of putting that much energy into something and failing just terrifies the crap out of me. And yet, here we are.
Words have always felt so powerful to me. Reading them, hearing them, speaking them. Listening to someone speak well can put shivers through my entire body. Feeling like I have perfectly captured meaning in something I’ve written or spoken gives me a wondrous feeling of peace and happiness.
With words, I am able to make people smile. With words, I am able to make people laugh. With words, I am able to make people feel sorrow or happiness, or empathy. With words, I am able to change the course of my own history.
How could I not embrace that power?
