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People May Never Understand You, but Does It Matter?
After all, being understood is not the point
For many years, I’ve been “trying” to be a writer.
Sometimes I’ve done this in private, writing things on my laptop or in notebooks that still haven’t seen the light of day (and may never).
Other times, I’ve made my writing public, publishing pieces on my blog or on platforms like this one.
But regardless of where I’m at on my writing journey, there’s always been a part of me that’s insecure about declaring myself a writer.
Perhaps you can relate.
The social gathering nightmares
For a long time, one of my biggest fears was that someone would ask me what I did for a living. I always felt a bit anxious at family gatherings or when meeting new people for this reason.
It sounds ridiculous, but I feared having to explain my “weird” jobs or that I was writing things. Only recently have I started being more open about telling people that I write, but it’s still not easy.
When asked what I’m doing now, I often find myself saying I’m a proofreader rather than a writer, when the truth is that writing is my real passion and ultimate goal. I guess I find it easier to…
