I’ve always been a writer. I just realized that recently.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been either reading or writing or correcting someone’s grammar. I even had a small (tiny) little business several years ago when I was laid off, my marriage had crumbled, and I needed to hold on to my house and take care of my kid. I wrote social media posts for local businesses.
I wonder why I ever stopped.
Last year I began writing in earnest on a platform called Medium. I’ve seen the most success as I ever have there. My philosophy is such: Be honest, be yourself, and write the truth. As my bio on Medium reads, I write my life. And people read my shit; they comment and choose to be notified when I publish. It’s amazing and incredibly humbling.
I hope to do the same thing here at Substack so I began this newsletter. They (I don’t who those people are) say you should have a niche. I turned my brain inside out trying to figure out what my “thing” is and I came up with crickets.
But then I remember that at least 3 times per day I say “WTF, how did I get to 50? Am I sure this is right?” And then I double-check my birth certificate when I can remember where I put it the day before.
Everything is different but yet still the same. Just like I’m different but still the same. I still think the way I used to but I also realize how much I’ve grown (and haven’t).
I always remember that I’m badass no matter what the conveniently missing birth certificate says. Disclaimer: Sometimes I have to be reminded about the badass thing.
Every single day it’s something. Some absurdity, something that makes me cry, something I argue with myself about, some college girl I want to run over with my car.
It’s sad, it’s funny, it’s absolutely ridiculous and enlightening and I am here for it.
I hope you will be too.