A few months ago, a woman asked me – “What do you want to do?!” in reference to the haze that had become my career.
“I want to write,” I responded.
Some weeks prior to her asking, I had committed to saying aloud “I’m a writer” at least 100x each day…because repetition is the god of memory, and sometimes we need to affirm our truth to ourselves. I don’t think that my answer was any good to her, but it was the only truth I had. Any I guess that would just have to be truth enough…
Yesterday I sat on a Georgia porch “at work”, glorified (v., to take great pride or pleasure in) by my assignment as a social media storyteller for a brand that I believe in. Because I know my work in the world.
A beautiful woman (of spirit and face) once told me
“If you know what you’re supposed to do…if you know your purpose…then the HOW doesn’t matter.”
I’m here to tell stories. And, i’m here to inspire others to achieve the Change that they pulse for. It’s what I do. So if I get to do that one picture, tweet, link, blog article, video, share, post or like at a time…I haven’t failed to realize myself.
I am a writer. And i’m damn proud.