All I Got Is the Writing in Mature Size Bites

I KNOW THAT NOW

Since discovering my grandmother’s death, I know this to be true:

All I got is the writing.

Once upon a time, this writer tried way too hard to be like the others ones she considered good. She considered great. She considered genius.

Now, this writer has learned plenty of lessons since the start of 30.

She’s learned that she has her own style of writing. Her own rhythm of writing. Dr. Pete C. told her about it in his courses, but the light bulb didn’t go off. Because she was still stuck on repeat on trying to figure out what that means….

Now, she knows. She has her own style and rhythm of writing. Since she knows that, she knows now that she must move towards the direction of perfecting it.

She has all the basic skills. The solid foundation. Now, she needs to revision skills of refinement.

She has been scared to become the best writer she knows she can be, but at the time, didn’t know how to be. She thinks that she has been waiting, but she has been hiding. She has been running away. Why? Because the little Sophia believes that she cannot do it…and is afraid of rejection.

But all that preaching has seeped into her head. Now, little Sophia realizes she is good enough. And little Sophia has the same confidence of adult Sophia. Sophia has finally integrated both.

There is no need to be afraid of the work anymore. It is no need to be afraid of writing about everything. I can write everything. I’ve done it before. In college. I wrote every day…if not every day, every other day.

I’ve been shirking on an aspect of my calling. I am a good writer, and now, it is time to prove it. It is time to start fulfilling my calling.

This is for me because it is about me. It is about others who need for me to write. They need for me to contribute. It is time to introduce something new and preserve something old. I am ready now. It is time to get to work.

First order of business. Finish that thesis.
S