There’s something about the way it makes me feel. Something about the way all my emotions are finally visible the moment I start typing on Microsoft Word and change the font to the obvious Times New Roman. There’s something about the way I can hear a certain song on Spotify and immediately know what to write about. I’ve always had a passion for writing, ever since I was five years old and got my very first diary. It was a small maroon, velvet notebook that came with a small key. I couldn’t write yet, oh but boy did I scribble. I would scribble random lines, yet thought I was making perfect sense.

Growing up, my mom always said I had such a detailed imagination, which has followed my writing habits these past 20 years. I don’t write to impress an audience, honestly I simply write for myself. I write as a way to express the feelings I would normally not say aloud or the emotions I don’t even know are taking over me until I see them on paper. And the thing about me is… I’ll honestly write whenever and it’s one of the few talents I don’t doubt myself about. When people edit my paper or when I found spelling or grammar mistakes in my writing, I don’t get discouraged, but truly believe it’s making me a better writer. Not only do I love writing for myself, but I admire others pieces just as much. When I stumble across a blog post that makes me tear up, laugh out loud, or genuinely is just a “feel good” story; I can’t help but to share it with others. Writing is not just an academic or even a hobby, I feel like it has opened so many doors for me and is something I will never give up. I am so thankful that I get to do what I love and express my creativity through words.