Poseur

This is the first story I've ever written.

If I can do math correctly, I was seven years old when I wrote this. Please forgive the formatting, this was my first time using a word processor and I had just discovered the wonderful world of  fonts! Now, you could look at this story in one of two ways. The first way might be, "Wow, what a load of crap that was! Is she kidding? Does she even know what a sentence is? What a loser!" or something like that. OR maybe you look at it this way, "Aw, look how cute she is! She's just a little tiny beginner and is trying something new. Keep at, little guy you'll get there some day!"

See, I had the good fortune to have a mom that used to talk sense into me when I was a kid. Around about middle school it was the cool thing to do to call someone a "poser". As in, "did you see Bobby try to skateboard today wearing those Converse? Wow, what a poser!" And of course, I would bring this sort of sentiment with me when driving home from school with my mom. Fortunately, this is the moment when she would scoff and say, "Please, you're all posers." And I would probably respond with something really mature like, "I beg your pardon?" at which point she would explain to me, "Everybody is a poser in middle school. You're all just trying new things and figuring out what you like to do. You don't just wake up one day and suddenly you're good at something. Those kids who are out there messing around will actually become those things some day if they stick to it. So why would you make fun of them while they're still learning?" Obviously this is not a direct quote but an approximation of the sentiment that she was expressing at the time. Also she was probably simultaneously ruining my life because that's what your parents do when you're a preteen.

But here's the takeaway: it's easy to feel scared about trying something new- especially when your new hobby is in a public format (which means every time I completely shit the bed you guys get front row seats!). And it would be so easy to let that stop me from what I'm doing, to put this project on the shelf and to pick it back up when I'm "better" at it. Or to let the comparison between what I'm doing and what better writers are doing make me feel like there isn't a place in this world for my writing. But you know what? This is my journey and I'm sticking to it. There are people out there who are better, and wiser and cleverer than me, and there always will be, but they aren't me- and that's what I have to bring to the table. I have a voice and opinions and a point of view that is unique only to me and I am happy, no thrilled, to share them with you. And who knows maybe someday, many years from now, I'll finally produce something to be really proud of and I can thank each of you for being there with me from the very beginning <3.

Also- I want to let you guys know that I spared you this really stupid tree/ sapling/ acorn metaphor that was just a real steaming pile of garbage. So, uh, you're welcome.