We come in all shapes and sizes. We were born throughout a multitude of decades. Some of us wear old t-shirts with athletic shorts and write in tattered notebooks while others wear rose colored sunglasses and edit our words on a tablet screen. Some of us have children, have been married for years – others are single, and maybe forever. We have no definitive markings, we are not all part of a community. In fact, what makes us great is the fact that none of us are truly alike. But at the end of the day, or in the morning, or sometime during the afternoon, we choose to let words out. We write them, we type them, we speak them into our phones. We are writers, and that’s what makes us one.
I don’t believe I’ve ever thought of myself as a Writer. A blogger, sure, that took some getting used to. But if nobody knows and nobody reads, then what right do we have to assume the title?
At this new job, I’ve been lightly chastised when I try to disclaim myself as one of this community. I don’t do it out of shame or even in some wild game of trying to gain acknowledgement or encouragement from others. It’s just that I simply don’t consider myself worthy enough to bear the title.
But of all the writers I’ve met over the course of the last month or so, very few of them are making a living from it. Which is the same as me. They may have been at it for longer, they may be more committed to it as a daily practice….but we are all in the same boat. At least in that respect.
I have every right to brand myself a Writer. a Poet. an Author. an Essayist.
And I feel more encouraged to pursue it now, knowing that I don’t have to be Someone to be Something. Writing is basically a crazy dream, akin to pursuing the music business or a full-time, high up position at Disney World. And it’s okay to follow a dream. Even if it’s not paying your bills. (So long as something is.) For once, I’m in a position where I can pursue this passion without having to worry about my financial position, because pursuing it is what makes me relevant. It’s what makes me worthy. It’s what makes me a part of the network, even if I wasn’t aware that there was one I was missing out on.