I once said that I didn’t really consider myself a “writer” per se because I didn’t get paid for my writing. Sure, I was writing product information, but for some reason I didn’t really consider that writing. It wasn’t creative, it was just me putting order and the company voice behind facts and features.
I’ve been doing this new job for a few weeks now and I have been asked to do more than just the product information writing I had done in the beginning.
Today, I realized…I’m kind of a writer.
This makes me very happy.
It’s been a while since I’ve been anything that I’ve been proud to admit. “Receptionist” isn’t exactly a title worth putting on a business card. No offense to professional receptionists, but when my degrees were in Early Childhood Education/Special Education with a minor in Pyschology and Literacy Education, from a fairly respectable school, it tended to be received with raised eyebrows.
Plus, I’m not exactly passionate about answering phones. In fact, I had a mild phobia of phones before starting the position.
Growing up, I was a dancer. I wasn’t a particularly amazing dancer, but I did alright for myself. And I loved it. So when I mentioned a tap class or a dance recital and people would ask, “Oh, you’re a dancer?”, I would always smile wide when I confirmed their conclusion.
So, it’s nice. It’s nice to be sought out when people want something read over to make sure it makes sense/sounds okay/is correct. It’s nice to be asked to write a blurb for this or an email for that. It’s nice to be complimented on something I enjoy doing so much. And it’s even nice to receive regular feedback and criticism for things I produce.
I like being a writer. I think I always wanted this and was just too afraid to say it out loud because it seemed so unlikely. It feels right.
I think I’ll keep it.