I’m Not a Writer
I write everyday.
If you haven’t noticed, I do have a blog.
Writing is one of my strengths in my job. I’m certainly not a numbers girl, if you know what I mean…
Yet, I don’t consider myself to BE a writer.
It seems I’m one of the very few voices in the blogosphere who doesn’t aspire to achieving something more from my blog.
Am I missing something? Should I be more ambitious?
I started out just wanting to keep a journal of my life. It looked like a cool thing to do.
Nearly 2 years on, blogging has morphed into something more for me.
I never anticipated the sense of community. The real and evolving online relationships. The satisfaction of knowing people read and respond to the words I publish.
The inspiration I find everyday to craft words into ideas and ideas into posts.
It truly is intoxicating.
I have never had a hobby that was so intensely consuming and satisfying and obsessive and rewarding.
I go to bed musing over blog posts and wake up itching to bring them to life.
Does that incessant urge to write make me a writer?
I don’t know.
The only thing I know for sure is that my day job no longer consumes me the way it used to. I always had a good work/life balance but I never desired to do anything else. I was content.
Now blogging is taking more importance and interest in my life. It doesn’t mean I’m about to quit my day job and monetize the crap out of this place – not a chance.
But it does mean I’m starting to take it more seriously and view it less as a hobby and more as a lifestyle, if that makes sense?
Maybe with another 2 years of blogging under my belt I may truly consider myself a writer.
Deeply mulling over my life thanks to Essentially Jess and IBOT – forgive today’s introspection and self-indulgence!