My Writing Relationship

          I can still remember the day that I hated writing. The process of brainstorming, and outlining, then rough drafting made me sick to the core. To be honest, I think I felt this way because I was scared. I was scared that if I was to misspell a word or use grammar wrong my teacher would secretly mock me and think I was dumb. I was scared I would write something that would be taken the wrong way and people would judge me. But, to be honest, I think I was most scared that my writing would never be good enough for myself because maybe, just maybe, I would never be able to reflect myself through my writing. This was the reason I used to hate writing, but what I didn’t know was that writing would soon become my passion.

      Beginning my freshman year in high school, I still cringed when I thought about the process of writing. but this all changed when I moved away from the place I lived in for fifteen years, Aurora, Colorado, into my new life in Houston, Texas. When I first moved away I hated everything about my new “home”, but the growing questions from my Colorado friends made me feel like home. I started to write them nightly about my adventurous move into Texas, and soon became a story teller about a “far off land”. I hadn’t even realized it, but I was writing paragraphs beyond paragraphs about my stories every single day, and in doing so, I started to become a really good writer. I started to notice what I was doing when I would get essay assignments from my teachers that became almost second nature for me to write because of all my un-instinctual practice. It didn’t take me long to love the process of writing and instead of worrying about people reading what I wrote, I almost started to beg people to.

     By time I was a junior in high school I really began to amuse myself with ideas of becoming a writer, but had no idea on what type of writing I would do, and then it happened. I joined the yearbook team and finally allowed writing to become my passion. Not just any writing. I let journalism become my passion. Going out into the world and watching a story revile itself in front of your very eyes just to turn around and write that story onto paper for the world, or the school, to see, was the most amazing feeling my soul had ever felt.  

     After doing journalism in high school for two years and knowing that it is my passion, I now hope to become a journalist. I find it a little funny that the thing that used to scare me the most, writing, is now what can make me the most happy. 

I don't know why but it wouldn't let me put the link yesterday but here it is
http://litreactor.com/columns/the-importance-of-journaling