I've Started Calling Myself a Writer

Originally written and posted October 30, 2018 to Facebook.

Something I scribbled out this morning in a great hurry, as if it had to be written now or would walk away from me forever:

I have started calling myself a writer. And there is a great power in that.

It is a reminder to me of my dreams from when I was a child and my dreams now as an adult.

It is an answer to all the times my depression told me, “You can’t. You don’t have it within you to write that way. You will start and stop as you always do. You will fail.”

That answer is a simple, “Yes, I can. I will. I am.”

It is a rallying cry to action, to move forward every day, no matter how small that step may be, or how hard going the way it is.

It is a love song to myself and my potential.

I’ve started calling myself a writer.

Because I am.