Finally Writing
“Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.”
It’s been a long time coming.
For years, I told myself I would finally put pen to paper—or at least fingers to keyboard. Outside journal entries, I avoided writing publicly altogether.
For a long time, my blog was about plant-based recipes.
Helpful? Sure.
But it didn’t reflect me. I was showing up like a shell—smiling, sharing tips—but never really speaking from my heart.
The truth? I didn’t think I was good enough. I worried no one cared what I had to say.
That voice didn’t come out of nowhere.
Growing up, I was behind in reading and writing, consistently below grade level. I used to silently rehearse my paragraph in class so I wouldn’t trip over my words when it was my turn to read aloud. That kind of shame doesn’t just disappear.
But here’s what did happen: I became an avid reader.
I spent summers writing poems and short stories. I pushed myself to grow because I felt behind, and I fell in love with it somewhere along the way.
So here I am, showing up as a writer. Not a perfect one. Not a polished one. Just a woman who’s lived a lot of life and finally has something to say—and the courage to say it.
This is the beginning of something real, and I am so glad you’re here to witness it.
