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My First Love


Writing. It’s something I’ve always loved. As a young girl I wrote three books. I made family newsletters and mailed them to everyone. In junior high, I was part of a competitive writing club, “Power of the Pen.” I was the sports editor of the town paper my senior year of high school. I wrote for the college newspaper and foundation office.

I look back at some of the things I wrote, amazed by what I created with letters and a canvas. I almost feel inferior to my former self. Why, you ask?

Somewhere along the road, I let go of my first love. They say to become a better writer, write. I feel that I’ve lost that piece of myself – the ability to create something I’m proud to sign my name to. I’m overwhelmed with insecurities but choosing to fight for my first love... to find that passion and let it flow as naturally as it has in the past.

This brings me to my next thought, "How or why do we lose our passions?" Until next time...

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