For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of becoming a writer. Along the way I’ve had people tell me that someday I’ll be a famous author, amazing the world with my words.
But now I look at myself, and I look at the words and world around me. And I am not a writer.
To be a writer I have to write. Yes, I write poems here and there. Yes, I have published a book. Yes, I have posted pieces on websites and written things for school. But I don’t write.
A writer writes things every day, a writer works to find the words whenever possible. I don’t write enough to consider myself a writer.
But I’d like to change that. So I have a plan. I’ve tried it before and failed, but this time I believe I can succeed. I want to write once a day, every day, for an entire year. I now have the grit, determination, passion, focus, and dedication to see this goal through. I’m ready.
So a year from now on March 1, 2018, I will be writing so frequently that it is habit. And this habit will not be a nuisance. This will not be a task that I force myself to complete every day. I want to find the strength inside myself to write, really write, and to enjoy it.
I love writing. Now, I want to love being a writer.
Day one… check.