We all have things in our lives that we consider our “passions”. We discover our likenesses at different times and at different paces as opposed to everyone else in the world. It’s like this because we’ are all different, and we’re all good and bad at certain things. It just takes trying everything at least one to really figure out what our particular niche is.

Some of us are athletes. Some are musicians. Some are artists. And some, like myself, are writers. I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer for a long time. For most of my childhood I actually wanted to be a veterinarian.  Then, when I was in middle school, I had an English teacher who pointed out to me that I was rather good at putting words on paper and making them sound decent. It was just yesterday that my dad actually told me that he should have known I was going to be a writer a long time ago. I was always writing stories about my pets when I was little. In second grade, I knew I could write more and faster than everyone else in my class.  In time, I realized that writing is my particular way of expressing myself. It is easier for me to get my thoughts down on paper or on a keyboard rather than actually speaking them out loud. It is the one thing I think about most. I dream about what my next story could be or how I can execute a well-written essay. It wasn’t until college that I understood that writing is a part of who I am, and I can never let that piece of me get away.

All through my life, I grew up with best friends that had different passions than me, and that’s totally normal! The best friend I’ve had since preschool, her passion is running, and she pursues it valiantly. My other best friend, yet another athlete, is an incredible volleyball player. Sometimes it is hard for me to illustrate to them that my writing is comparable to their sports. It is my passion as running and volleyball are theirs.

Here’s where I’m going with this: whatever your passion  is, do it because it makes you happy. Do it just for the heck of it. As for me and other writers out there, write. Write, just for the heck of it. When I got to college, I began writing things to particularly nobody but myself. It was kind of like a diary; I wasn’t writing about my day or my stresses, but rather reflecting on things I thought about most. It was so therapeutic that I truly think it  helped me grow as a writer. The writing that I do just for myself, I don’t intend on anyone ever reading it. I don’t even go back and read what I wrote. I just write. I don’t go back and fix grammatical errors or sentence structure. I just write what is on my mind, and it feels good.

Now of course, there’s a balance. You also have to write with the consideration of an audience sometimes. That has always been more of a challenge for me in particular. I was always so self consciences about having others read what I wrote. I was always afraid my teachers would judge me on the essays or poems I turned in. But then I realized, if I truly believed in this dream I have, and I respect it enough, then I need to trust myself enough to put my work out there.  More and more I had my friends and family read what I had spent so much time and put so much effort into writing. I was nervous, of course, but I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I am still working on it. I write every day and I try to show more and more people what I have to say. I’m getting better at it, and that is why I have started this blog. It is yet another step in achieving success with my passion. The writing I will do here is for me and for others. I want witnesses of my passion, and I am learning not to be afraid of that.

Whatever is it is that makes you tick, hold onto it, pursue it, and don’t be afraid of it. Criticism and harsh judges will always be out there to tell you you’re not good enough. But instead of allowing those critics to strip you of your passion, instead use it to fuel your dream and keep going. I know you can do it.

Sincerely yours,

Amy Roach

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