A few years ago, I was at a church service in which I shared a piece of my writing with the congregation. After the service was over, a woman (I think she may have been a minister, but I cannot recall) approached me, pointed her finger and said in an authoritative voice:
“YOU ARE A WRITER”
I have had other people in church inform me that they enjoy my writing. But when this woman spoke to me in such a bold tone, I felt as though God was speaking through her. I needed to hear that I was a writer, because I had not taken the gift and the art of creating seriously. I knew that I was a writer, and that I liked to write, but I thought it was unrealistic to think that my writing could be published somewhere.
I have always been a writer. I grew up writing in journals and notebooks where the pages were nearly ripped off of its spiral. In high school, I allowed my friends to read my “books.” I recited my poems in high school shows and church services. As the years passed, I realized that I loved going to the theater and watching people put their own twist to their lines. I loved going to concerts and looking at the enthusiasm on a person’s face as they sung or played an instrument. I found joy in the artistry that folks had.
Finally, I have figured out that I am an artist. I wonder if I am being pretentious when I describe myself that way. It’s a word that seems like it should be reserved for famous writers, painters, dancers, singers, and other creative folks. My writing is not famous; my words are not in books. But the word “artist” explains so many facets of my personality.
For instance, I am always thinking and observing the details of people, things, and surroundings. I like details, as I want to see every little piece that makes up a whole. I think a lot, and I have to quickly catch my creative thoughts. I usually write them in my phone or scribble them on a piece of paper.
I have times where I need more than scrap paper. The creative thoughts can get so tangled up that I need to sit somewhere and write. Write and write until the words become untangled. Write and write so I do not have to keep the thoughts stuffed in my mind.
Recently, I spoke to one of my professors in my social work program about my passion for writing. I was concerned that I could not be a creative writer and a social worker. I wanted to know if the roles could co-exist, or did I have to pick one? My professor explained to me that there are many social workers who are writers, and that many folks choose the field of social work because of the diversity of positions that you can work in. The professor told me that she is a writer, and she encouraged me to dedicate a morning or a few mornings to writing. Essentially, it does not matter what time I choose to write, but I have to choose to invest in the gift.
I believe I have been resistant to the words “artist” and “writer,” because of my perfectionism and my game of comparing myself to others. Perfectionism is about my ego. When I am perfectionist, I do not allow myself to write, because I do not think I have anything “perfect” or “eloquent” to say. When I do not write, I do not share the gift that God has given me. Since God has given me this gift and this love of writing, I should use it.
I am a writer. I am an artist. And yes, it is scary to say those words and to write those words. But I want the gift to be used. I love how certain words sound next to each other and how words can make a person feel. I want to continue writing blog posts and creating short stories and poetry. I even want to try other forms of art that I have not explored fully.
I have read a few blog posts in which the bloggers have wrestled with the word “writer.” I want to encourage these bloggers by saying:
“YOU ARE A WRITER, WRITING IS YOUR GIFT, & CHOOSE TO INVEST IN THE GIFT!”
By the way, I have an update about my blog, and I want you to please check out the following video. Oh, if you are not from New England, I hope you are still enjoying the weather…watch the video and you will get what I am saying:
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Great confirmation as I have been wondering if writers were considered artists!!! Love that ur gift received such bold affirmation!!! Keep writing! 😉
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Oh, I know…I wondered the same thing for a while. But I think “artist” is such a broad term, and a writer can definitely be described as one. And thanks so much! 🙂 Please keep writing too!
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Thanks for this post! I like the title of the post. Because even if God has given us the gift, we must choose to use it! Thanks for the reminder!
I’ll keep you in my prayers! School can be so stressful, but you can do it!
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Thank you so much Sunflower Sojourn for reading and commenting! Amen; I’ve learned it’s about using the gifts God has given us and not letting them die or fade away. And I appreciate your prayers for my schooling too! ☺
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This post SO resonates with me, you have no idea!
And yes, the woman who pointed it out to you was right, you ARE a writer. Trust God’s gift in you, and just write…
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Thank you so much Cara for following my blog and commenting! Your words are encouraging and sincere! Indeed, I will trust God’s gift! I pray you the same as I have enjoyed reading your posts too!
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You are very welcome, dear Monica! I’m really happy to have connected with you. Let’s journey together. ❤
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🙂 Same here; I’m glad that I found your blog!
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Woot! I will look forward to your blog posts every two weeks! Thank you so much for linking up to Open Mic Monday for the soul at Cisneros Cafe. I am happy to hear that you answered your call to write. God is tugging at your heart to move with those words! You can be anything in the world and still write. 🙂 Have blessed week, new friend. Come back soon. xoxo
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Awww,,,thanks Carolina for cheering me on! Woot woot! 🙂 Yes, I had to listen to God’s voice. It just seems like He has spoken through several folks to encourage me to keep writing. So, here I write. And I appreciate your encouragement. I can still be a writer. Thank you and may you have a blessed week too!
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