If I call myself a writer...

I have decided that it is time to get back to my writing. I have always felt in my heart that I am a writer, but to say it out loud to others has always terrified me. I think that's because if I call myself a writer, then I will be expected to write. It sounds obvious, but that scares me. I don't have a great track record for following through on things and this part of my identity is so personal and precious to me that I think the one I am most afraid of disappointing is myself. For the last 12+ years I have had the excuse of work, marriage and children to keep me from actively writing, but now it has been so long that I feel I either have to commit to my writing again, or else cease to identify as a writer. It has been a scary enough month as I made the commitment to myself in my heart to claim my identity, but I knew that wasn't enough. I don't know how many of you still follow this blog, after all it's been at least 5 years and only a handful of posts, but here is my public declaration: I am a writer. God has given me a gift with words and I am responsible to use it, and use it for his glory. The few people I have talked to about picking my writing back up have asked what I am writing... well, I am actively writing an anxiety workbook for youth, I am regularly free writing and writing poems, and I have at least 4 works of fiction in various stages in my mind and on paper/hard drive. So basically a lot of everything. If you are still following this blog, I hope to give you you more to read in the weeks and months to come. If I do seem to disappear again feel free to hold me accountable and ask for more.