I am a daughter and sister – I have parents and a sister. That’s an easy one.
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I am a wife and a mom – I have a husband and a son. Another no-brainer.
I am a daughter of the Most High God, redeemed by the blood of Christ – God’s word tells me so. A little trickier here, but my faith testifies to this truth, so I BELIEVE it.
I am an athlete – I have the muscles and endurance. Do I wear a jersey with a number or my name on it? No, but if you could smell my workout clothes right now you would know it! You won’t see me in London this summer, but you will see me at the gym and I BELIEVE it.
I am an interior designer – I can’t legally call myself that in certain states because of the licensing requirements, but I have a degree and worked at a design firm. I have photos of finished spaces, tools for the job and a head full of knowledge. I also have a deep love of design and a desire to create. So, even though I can’t print it on an official document, I BELIEVE it.
I am a writer – whoa, Nellie – where did that come from? Well, first of all, Jeff Goins made me say it. Secondly, I am writing. What’s the proof? These little strings of letters show up on my screen to form words and hopefully coherent sentences. Occasionally some of them are funny, thought-provoking, encouraging, angry, heartfelt, or even instructional. Further proof is that these words are being read – BY YOU! You are my witness.
Is it vocational? No. Do I consider myself proficient? Not entirely. But still I hit these keys to translate my thoughts into morphemes that join to form my lexicon. (Go grab your dictionary now. We couldn’t go through a Wednesday without a new word, or two.)
So here I am telling myself that I need to BELIEVE this as well. Why shouldn’t I? After all, it’s what I’m doing at this very moment. That’s pretty concrete evidence if you ask me.
I AM A WRITER!
If you are a writer, or think you may be, won’t you join us?