Apparently, I am a writer…

Back in September, I got a new journal and wrote on the first page:
“Apparently, I am a writer.”

It still didn’t feel true, so I wrote about it.
This is what came out:

When I forget…

I’m being Told I’m a writer
but I feel like a fraud.
I’m being Told I’m an artist,
but that feels too broad.

I know The Way knows The Way,
and I do have a lot to say…
I know I am divinely led
and don’t have to worry about being fed…

I am Enough
I am Enough
I am Enough.

This is what I tell myself when doubt creeps in.

I believe it.
I see it.
I feel it.

Apparently, when I forget,
I just need a pen.

It’s serious and a little silly. It got the nerves and doubts out and honestly, I haven’t felt that doubt creep in since.

Sometimes things need multiple layers of processing to leave us. I got it out of my mind by writing, and then out of my body by letting the words exist.

Now I feel much more confident. While it’s still vulnerable for me to share my work, I know in my soul this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

-Katherine