I Am A Writer

I am a writer who struggles to write.

That isn’t true.

When I sit down to write, writing is easy.

The hard part is the actual sitting down.

I wonder why that is?

It’s fear of course.

Fear of rejection.

Fear of being vulnerable.

Fear of looking stupid.

Fear of what you will think of me.

Fear of unworthiness.

Is that enough fear?

I think so.

But as my ego gets stripped away…slowly ever so slowly.

I am called to write. 

For me.

And then to share it. 

Not because I need you to like it.

Not because I need you to validate me.

Simply because that is what I am compelled to do.

If it inspires you to pursue your calling, great.

If not, that’s OK.

I write because I love to write.

I write because I am an artist.

I write because it makes me happy.

Are you doing what makes you happy?

I hope so.

So I choose now, to sit down and write, my heart is full.