Alyice on July 20th, 2009

Thanks For The Writing Gig

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had a knack for writing. Someone hurt me, I wrote. Someone angered me, I wrote. Someone made me happy, I wrote. I wrote because I was too afraid of confrontation, too afraid of my own feelings, too afraid of being rejected. Writing was, for me, a place of comfort. It released emotions that allowed me the opportunity to move on with my life and it was extremely cathartic.

For the most part, those writings stayed with me then later made their way to the trash, but on rare occasions those letters of anger and disappointment made it into the hands of others and that was not always a good thing. Some people can take brutal honesty, others cannot. Some people can step back and take a look at the whole situation and others cannot. Some people can point out misunderstandings, apologize, acknowledge their own wrong doings, and even help you see the error of your own thinking, and others cannot.

Yet, that never stopped me from writing. Through the good and the bad, I continued to write. Some years less often than others, but I wrote.

Even in school, my favorite subjects were always the ones that allowed me to write—and often the courses I excelled at. I may not have had the best imagination around, but oh, I did love to write. I loved putting words together to form sentences and sentences together to form paragraphs and paragraphs together to form complete papers. It didn’t matter what the subject was, writing was like an escape for me.

Yet, I never saw writing as a career and never thought to pursue it as such. I guess I didn’t realize that you could take your love of writing about the world around you and make a living at it. And considering the fact that I was more of an introvert than an extrovert, I didn’t see writing as a viable option. You would, after all, have to interview sources and you surely couldn’t get all your information from personal experience or other literature.

Now, years later, I write for a living. And it’s been such a tremendous blessing in my life. It has given me the flexibility to be a stay-at-home mom (something I’ve always dreamed of being) and a work-at-home mom (something I needed). It has allowed me the opportunity to volunteer in my children’s classrooms, to coddle them when they are home sick from school, and be home with them every summer. And when my husband worked nights, it allowed me the opportunity to have dates with my husband—during the day—without the need for a babysitter.

Yes, writing has always been a part of my life and always will.

So to all those wonderful people who’ve paid me to write content for their websites, their small businesses, their publications, and their catalogs, I thank you!

Thank you for allowing me to do something I love, for giving me the opportunity to grow as a writer, and for the ability to build my self-esteem as a human being. Thank you for showing me that I have value in this world, outside of being a mom and a wife and a friend. And thank you for letting me do it from the comfort of my home, where I could combine the best of both worlds: mom and career!

Give thanks…

It's Gratitude, Dude! | Leave Comment | Bookmark | Tweet This |

AlyiceEdrich.com
I'm a freelance writer, mixed media artist, SMVA, and the owner of The Dabbling Mum.

Copyrights

All material on this blog belongs to Alyice Edrich, unless otherwise noted. No project, artwork, or text may be reproduced or displayed elsewhere without the consent of the creator. That includes making derivative works for resale. Please use project tutorials for personal use and/or gifts only.