My husband is taking his college finals this week. He gets up early and spreads his books over the coffee table. Last night, he showed me some of his recent grades he’d received on homework assignments. I could tell how proud he was of them from the tone of his voice.
It isn’t easy going back to school at his age. It isn’t easy learning to be confident at a new skill. It isn’t easy trusting that you’ll learn new information and have it make sense.
But then again, when was it ever easy?
I remember studying long hours over biology and earth science and oh yeah, history. I won’t even go there with math. I was pretty happy when I could take a Psychology course that came easy to me.
It’s the same with learning the craft of writing.
My SIL told me on Saturday that I have a talent for writing and how she could never do it.
I beg to differ.
Most of what I write and how I write, I’ve had to study and learn.
What the difference is between my SIL and myself, is our desire.
My husband has a strong desire to learn a new career. Out of necessity. Out of curiosity. Out of passion.
And he'll learn it.
Have you ever deceived yourself into believing the lie that you can’t be a writer?