I've enjoyed writing from a young age. I liked looking at it in a completely different way, and I think because of that I was able to gain a weird connection with it that never faded. A writing assignment in school was something I looked forward to. Is that weird? I only ask because to me, I never questioned it a day in my life. I just grabbed whatever utensil I needed and let my heart do the rest. I've gotten recognition for my writing, and I think that's what inspires me to do more. Knowing that on some level, someone in the world connected to you by the words you put on a piece of paper. To have someone quote something you write, or find comfort in your words is a feeling so surreal I hope everyone in their lifetime Is able to experience something like it.
My writing isn't perfect. There are flaws in several articles, essays, and emails. However, I'll never be ashamed to admit I'm human. I don't ever try to imply my writing is flawless, I only try to prove that it's an outlet to get things across I'm not comfortable saying in person.
I've never had a backbone. I think people automatically associated that with me being too nice to ever say the truth or hurt someone else's feeling with my opinions. It's amazing how writing is able to give me a voice I never felt comfortable having.
I think what actually offends people about my writing is that it's real. So when it relates to someone reading it too much, they either love it or hate it. Why? Because they're either in love with what I said or afraid to death.
That is truthfully why I love writing so much. With one article I can alter minds, make people think, make them cautious of their actions, or give someone a better understanding of the impact they have/had on someone else's life.
In just a little over a year, I started blogging and from then to now I've grown as a person, writer, and friend. I've gotten my voice out there to people who underestimated my ability to be honest, and I think ever since then some have had more respect for me because of it.
Practically half of my journal --that I'm not even comfortable enough to show my parents, I show the world. Some of you don't know me at all, but I think that's what makes this so special. You read about the man that I was head over heels in love with. You saw when my heart was broken. You watched how it changed me and you watched me become happy again. In some way, some of you know so many different people in my life through the visual I've created, and that gives me hope that with personal stories, heartaches, and deep, deep love, I'm able to show the world a side to someone they may not have experienced yet.
There are a lot of people I owe my writing to. And If you've ever found yourself in one of my articles, you should be proud. You (good or bad) made an impact on my life that I couldn't shake or get out of my head. So much so that I needed a separate outlet just to escape you or stay connected to. Sometimes I write to not forget memories, other times I do the exact opposite. No, of course that's not all it takes, but it's a start.. and a pretty fun one at that.
I believe our greatest joys in life stem from things we are good at. I always found comfort in making sure the space around me was designed beautifully, now I'm in school for interior design.
My brother always loved talking to strangers, now he's going for business.
My parents love basketball with a passion-they couldn't play anymore, so now they coach together.
My boyfriend always loved watching funny movies, now he tries to make the world laugh.
As for me?
I love a lot of things.
This just happens to be one of them. I can only hope one day it gets even bigger than this. And my voice can be heard more. I have more things to say, and more people to say them to. But I'll be patient. Good things take time.
Right?
Thank you for reading,
Kylee Wilson