I never expected to drop what I’ve worked for so hard. I had worked for it, a lot, and then it dropped, broken; and it was my decision if I would fix it or not. My A-game flew out of my arms and smashed against the floor. I was surprised when it did. My teacher told me that I wasn’t there yet, what had happened to me? I use to enjoy writing, and when I set my mind up to it, I was actually good. I would write in a way in which people felt the feelings I was trying to portray through writing. But still, I didn’t understand how from one day to another it had all dropped. I wasn’t as good as I use to, why? I wasn’t taking risks, that’s why. When was the last time I did something for the first time? The last time I took hours on end of my day for writing? The last time I wanted to write for pleasure? The last time I did free writing, and not was school made me? The last time I made drafts? Or when did I try to free myself through writing, like I use to? When was the last time I did something for myself? Not just writing for a grade, but writing for me, without worrying about the grade. I stopped taking risks, I wasn’t me anymore. My writing style had vanished, how could it?
So I decided that this had to change. I started to write, write, and write. I completed homework. I started driving myself in the right direction. I’m trying to take risks, and to make this a habit. Taking a risk. “Getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks, is what life is. If you’re not good enough who cares? You got out there and tried.” –Anonymous. I am going to get out there and try, take a risk and hopefully I will get there soon. I may not be there yet, but I am closer than yesterday. How far am I from being close?