My Defining Moment

I was a lost soul. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself. I had no set vision or plan in mind, I was just going with the flow. For a while I loved the feeling of not having any responsibilities, I believed that my parents would handle anything. I was the youngest in the family, the “porcelain doll” that no one could touch. I was doing things not because I wanted to but because I felt I needed too. Part of my struggle was that I believed that my thoughts and ideas were too fragile for the harshness of the world and refused to let them see the light of day. Everyone around me was evolving; they were finding the thing that made them “them”. My sister had law school, my cousin had music and all my friends had their own individual passions. But oddly I felt like I
My mother then told me “ It’s not about why you do it, it's about how you feel inside when you do. She said to go back to the basics and just write ” Nine times out of ten she probably stole half of it from her daily inspiration podcast, but it seemed to be that extra push I needed. I sat down with a pen and a piece of paper and began to write. With each word my view of the world shifted. Everything became brighter, each noise became just a little bit louder, and each action became sharper. I finally had the moment of clarity that everyone was raving about. And it all started with a feeling. When I get the urge to write it’s the most miraculous feeling in the whole world. Sweat coats my brow, my palms become damp, I become nervous that this image that crowded my mind in a matter of minutes would float away in seconds; never to be seen again. This feeling is so intense, I once wrote the first lines to a story on the palm on my hand because I couldn’t find any paper. Writing gives me the ability to write down what I feel despite it being good or bad. It allows me to explore a deeper part of myself I never knew was there. My writing gives you a small insight of my life, that I keep locked