I’m a Writing Shero

Note: I’m not qualified to fill Mrs. Obama’s shoes, but this is a cool image.

I was at an office last week and I shared with someone that I had left my job in human resources to pursue my passion of writing. The person told another young lady who approached me when I was preparing to leave. She said, “You’re my hero.” I looked at her like she had two heads because, first of all, I had never met this woman before in my life. And secondly, what did that mean exactly? I mean, it’s great to be a hero, but who are you??

She introduced herself and told me that she was a writer worried about working. But I was a writer who wasn’t worried about working (for someone else). And she said that her fiancé told her that she was a writer, and she said she wasn’t. Ergo, the issue.

When you are gifted, people will sometimes see your gifts and potential before you. They will tell you in different ways. And sometimes you will know what you are supposed to do, but you won’t act. This is usually due to fear and doubt. And if you have someone who loves you telling you about your gift, that’s a great blessing.

Since I was a shero (at least for those 10 minutes), I had to put on my purple cape and do what I do best – encourage others. She said that she doesn’t have time to write. I told her to try to commit to 30 – 60 minutes a week working on her craft so she could create a habit of writing. And if she’s creating a book, that could quite possibly be her way out of working for others.

After our brief conversation, we exchanged numbers, hugged and went on our way. It felt great being a shero. If only for those 10 minutes.

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