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I Write, Therefore I Am (A Writer)

4 Sep

20150904_063656I’ve done 6 sprint triathlons and 1 Olympic. But I’m not a “triathlete.”

I’ve ran 6 half marathons, 1 full marathon, a 15K, a 10 mile, and a slew of 5Ks and 10Ks. But I’m not a “runner.”

My first-ever blog post was on January 15, 2008. Since then, I’ve written over 850 posts. I even have my own domain! But I’m not a “blogger.”

All my life, I’ve dreamed of writing and publishing a book. Growing up, I spent my free time writing short stories and novels. Majoring in Journalism and Spanish meant I did a LOT of writing in college. After graduation, I settled into being a marketing copywriter. But I’m not a “writer.”

Why do I not consider myself a triathlete, runner, blogger or writer? Isn’t the definition of a triathlete “a person who competes in triathlons”? Isn’t a runner “a person who runs”? A blogger, a person who blogs? A writer, a person who writes?

I’m hesitant to assume those titles for the same reason I feel the need to dispel any notions of my athletic prowess with the caveat “But I’m slow.” To describe myself as a triathlete, runner, blogger or writer, I feel like I should be doing those things in a big way. I should be winning age group awards, making money through endorsements and affiliate links, and publishing articles or books. Instead, I’m consistently in the last third of finishers, have a small (but wonderful!) blog following, and haven’t published anything.

I’m 99% okay with all of that. Admittedly, there are times when jealousy rears its ugly head. But I do think this mode of thinking – go big or go home – might be holding me back, especially in the area of writing. I don’t take writing seriously because I still just view it as a “hobby” that probably “won’t ever amount to anything.” When I tell people I’m working on a book (very, very, very part-time), I feel like a kid telling an adult that I want to be an astronaut when I grow up, expecting them to pat me on the shoulder and say, “Oh, that’s nice, Kathy.”

Just the other day, I was talking to my aunt’s sister at a birthday party for my cousin’s daughter and she said to me, “So you’re a writer?” I fumbled for a response and ended up saying, “Um…yeah…sure.”

But that stops now. I may never be a published author (though I hope to be) or earn money from my blog (eh, whatever) but I am a person who writes. Therefore, I am a writer.

For a while now, I’ve been convicted that I need to carve out time for writing my book. I need to prioritize it – obviously not over taking care of my family, but over other stuff I do during naptime. Or wake up early. Stay up later. Writing with little kids can be done! And I’m going to do it. Because this book about what practical faith looks like isn’t just my dream. It’s my calling from God. I honestly believe that other people are meant to benefit from this book, that this message needs to get out there. If it helps even just one person, it has accomplished its purpose.

I’m on Day 4 of working on my book and let me tell you, getting my thoughts aligned and rolling together is a heck of a lot easier when I don’t take 3 month breaks in between each session.

I’m letting you know this 1) Because I’ll probably be blogging less 2) You will be the first to know about my book when it’s done! I may seek publishing (that’s a LOOOOONG way down the road, and a total LOOOOONG shot) but I plan to offer my blog readers the eBook for FREE!

Here goes nothing.