a light above an old wooden and iron door with sunlight filtering through the trees

Deep down, there’s one thing you want to be great at.

Admitting to you that writing is my one thing feels fraudulent now, because my actions don’t mirror my words on this one. Apart from what I’m writing for clients at work or for my grad school assignments, it’s rare to find me practicing the trade. I have a hard time holding myself to a habit of daily journaling, let alone submitting essays for publication.