Thankfully I wasn't the only one who noticed that I had something. I'm thankful for a mother who continually supported my love for writing, who always purchased my supplies and who continues to give me reassurance that i can be whatever I want to be (I actually dedicated my first book to her). And also extremely thankful for my 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Williams, whom I vividly remember telling me that she loved my writing and who encouraged me to write everyday if I really wanted to be a writer.
What I didn't know back then was that even at that age, God was already giving me a glimpse at the purpose he had for my life. What seemed like a hobby then, is what I truly believe now was a major part of what i'm now being called to do.
As the years went on I always found myself back in a position where writing made me the happiest and the most fulfilled. From writing for my school newspaper to getting oddly excited about English class to venting about my teen years through journaling. Writing was and has always been my way of escaping and feeling like I was being heard.
So at this point of the story you're probably thinking I grew up to be an amazing author who used her words to inspire the world.
But that wasn't the case. Somewhere between high school and my early years of college my dream began to shift. I started telling more people about wanting to become a writer but the feedback wasn't as positive as they once were when I was an eager 10 year old. I was then being told that there was no money in being a writer, that print would soon be dead and that I should choose a more stable career. And slowly that inner child within me that had so much spark and passion slowly began to fade away the more I allowed the outside world to get into my head.
See that's the thing about your purpose, your passion, your vision and your dreams...
God gave them to you and to you only. The only way others can truly understand, is if God opens their eyes to see it the way that you do. So we can't get upset when others don't get it because they are simply not meant to. And we sure can't let it consume us or make us get off course. I believe that is the exact reason why so many adults, still don't have a clue as to what they want to do with their lives. I'll be turning 28 soon and it literally just hit me within the past year or so. But what if we tapped back into what we loved as children? Couldn't that be a driving force as to what direction we want to take our lives in?