Why I Write
I started blogging almost 4 years ago, but I've never shared why I write. I think it's time to do just that.
If you've known me for a while, you know that for the first 10 years of my life, I did not speak to hardly anyone. I almost failed dibbles in elementary school, but was also in the gifted program if that tells you anything. It wasn't that I wasn't smart or didn't have opinions, it was that I was shy. I was afraid of authority for some reason. My first grade teacher was my neighbor. I would talk to her at school, but never at home.
When I got older, I never stood up for myself. Having glasses and braces in middle school isn't a fun time, trust me. Instead of standing up for myself, I kept my mouth closed, even when I was the subject of the joke. (Yes, rubber bands kind of make you look like a puppet, but it isn't funny). Middle school and high school weren't the "best years of my life," but there were positive things that came out of those years.
In middle school, I also discovered my love for baton twirling. Twirling brought me confidence I had never had before. I caught on quickly and was soon competing at the state level. Competitive twirling taught me to smile big, work hard, try new things, and put on a show. I made so many friends and formed so many connections in this community, and for that I will forever be thankful. I gained confidence in my ability to perform, but still struggled to find my voice.
I knew I could write decently in high school, and my ACT score reassured me of this. Nevertheless, I preferred math over English and only wrote when I had to. If you didn't know, my first major was accounting and I took calculus for fun. It wasn't until college when I discovered my voice. I was talking to my friends in honors lit about writing papers. I was able to write 5 page papers in about 30 minutes, and make an A on each of them. (I wrote a 20 page final in an hour. Not sure how, but it happened). This is when I learned that people spent days writing papers and projects. I just assumed everyone in honors college could finish their homework 30 minute before class too. I was wrong.
Freshman year of college was rough. On top of the already difficult to navigate changes in life, I went through a pretty difficult breakup. While sitting in the floor of my sorority sister's dorm room, I decided to launch my first blog. I told my story through writing, and have continued to do so ever since. I am a firm believer that everything that has happened in my life has been for a reason. Without that nasty breakup, I wouldn't be writing this piece today. I wouldn't have transferred to my dream school and changed my major. I would have probably gone back to the relationship. I never would have applied for FFL's cabinet program. I wouldn't have had the confidence to get involved on campus. I also wouldn't have met some of my best friends.
I write to share my story. I write to speak up for those who haven't found their voice just yet. I write because I'm passionate about sharing thoughts and ideas. I believe that I have been gifted with the ability to put thoughts into words. I write with passion, hoping to impact others with my words. I believe that writing is a powerful tool that should be used. My writing probably won't change the world, but if it impacts just one person, it will be worth it.
I chose my career path because of writing. I fell completely in love with public relations, and cannot wait to use my voice throughout my career. One day, I may even write a book. If I hadn't started my blog, I would've still majored in accounting and potentially never found my voice. Like I said before, everything happens for a reason. Discovering this passion changed my life, and for the better.
I write because it took years to find my voice, and I don't plan to silence it anytime soon.
Finally, I hope you find my story encouraging. I challenge you to find your passion and dive into it head first. Don't be silenced by this world or by those who do not like you. Whether it's writing or not, I dare you to "write day and night like you're running out of time." You never know the positive impact your passion can have on someone else.