I Am a Writer

#200

Friend,

Some mornings I don’t want to write.

• I might be weary (Some mornings, I’m tired).

• I might be behind (Some mornings, life is happening).

• I might be discouraged (Some mornings, I’m writing to myself).

But for over 3 years, and now 200 letters later, I keep writing. I keep hoping to be hopeful for you. I probably wouldn’t have the discipline to get up and do this each morning if I didn’t know it made a difference. So thank you.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for liking, commenting, and sharing this with someone in need, and thank you for subscribing.

3 years ago, I didn’t see myself as a writer, but someone who maybe one day would be. I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere in this journey, my identity has shifted to an understanding that I am a writer. And that’s because of you. I’ve always seen this as a community, and all communities are a circle of mutuality and support, and you’ve supported me.

When I started writing, I didn’t expect to add a paid subscribers section, but now it’s a life-giving part of my weekly routine. I am also dabbling with other writing projects, including a book on Caring Like a Samaritan (based on one of my letters), and I’m currently working on a short story, “Everybody Lied.”

So who knows what is next, but I’m thankful we have this journey together in community.

And I wonder what you could discover about yourself in three years if you started something today. I believe in you.

Love,

Aaron