I saw an old friend last night, a girl I went to school with. We hadn’t seen each other in over 10 years, and one of the first things she said was that she’s not surprised I became a writer. Her comment made me laugh since she’s the first person who has ever said that to me. But it was her justification that made me stop and think, because she said she remembers the stories I wrote in school and how good they were.
It should be noted here that I don’t have any memories of those stories. I mean, I know I had to write for various curriculum requirements, but I can’t remember being any good at it! So it’s fascinating that she remembers something like that about me when I have absolutely no recollection of writing much back then at all, let alone enjoying it or even creating anything worth remembering! (So weird!)
I guess it just goes to show that whatever we’re passionate about will find a way to burst out of us, even when we’re not aware of it. So many of us are gifted in beautiful, wonderful ways, and we often don’t even realise it – not even when it’s obvious to everyone else.
It’s moments like this when all I can do is be grateful that I somehow found my way to becoming a writer – and even more, that my publishing dreams are actually coming true. It’s mind-bogglingly amazing. I only hope those reading this are living their own dreams, igniting their own passions, and embracing their own gifts.