Day 313 – Occupation

Last week, I renewed my passport in preparation for our trip to England at the end of the month. There is a field on the application form for occupation. I stared at it for awhile then typed WRITER. In the past, this would make me panic because I have no proof that I’m a writer. No degree, no published body of work. NOTHING. No institution has deemed me a writer so I’ve felt like a giant fraud saying it. That didn’t happen this time though. I waited for the cringe and panic to come, but it didn’t. All I felt was calm and centered. I’m a writer. It’s a fact. Nobody can tell me otherwise. I mean, people can tell me I’m not, but I won’t believe them like I have in the past.

Saying it out loud at parties isn’t hard anymore either. I don’t panic or shrug my shoulders. There is no apology or “sort of” in my voice. I am a writer. I write. I write well. The end. I am no longer audition for the part. I am.

I’m not sure when that change happened during this process, if it happened all at once or little by little throughout there, but it did indeed happen and I hope this change sticks around.

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking. РAlbert Einstein 

Prompt: Write about a change of mind.

2 Comments

  1. Michelle Olmsted
    Nov 11, 2014

    I have been lucky enough to read pieces of your memoir, and there is no doubt, Z, you are a writer. Say it, write it, believe it.

    • Zezelia
      Nov 12, 2014

      A real comment amid all the spam! Thank you for being such a thoughtful reader, Michelle. I can’t wait to see where both our projects end up. *hugs*

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