I am attending a writer’s conference, and I am learning about all these different writers’ journeys. Part of me can’t help wondering if I am starting too late in my middle age when some of them have started their journey when they were so young. Then, I immediately remember that I can’t compare my journey to anyone else.
I also remember a very important experience back in my twenties. I was in a writing class and my professor told me that I had some potential. He said that I should look into writing as a major, but I didn’t even consider it because I had already chosen education. It was a pivotal moment in my life. If I had chosen a different path, my life could have been different, but I wouldn’t want things to be different, I wouldn’t have met my husband or have the job I have now. Yet, there’s even more to it than that. I wouldn’t and couldn’t be the writer that I am today.
If I had tried to be a writer in my twenties, I would have never been able to write with a clear understanding of the world because back then I didn’t understand that I had been a prisoner in my own house. I didn’t understand I had been lied to about the world and about myself. I needed to get over all the lies, deception, and manipulations to be able to write about anything in a way that other people would be able to relate to my writing. In other words, how could I have found my voice as a writer, when I didn’t even realize that I was a person?
The Bible says something like there is a time and place for everything. I have faith in God’s plan for me. As a writer, if it is God’s will, then the time will come.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
