Some days

Some days, self-doubt takes the lead.

Some days, I wonder if my writing will go any further. Those days, I look back and realize how far I’ve come.

Some days, it’s tough to pick up a pencil or keep typing. Those days, I let the warmth of a good book wash over me.

Some days, I can’t help thinking that I’m just not cut out for this. Those days, I focus on the fact that I’m not writing to become a best-seller, but because writing makes my heart happy.

And you know what? Every day, I’m incredibly proud to call myself a writer.