
Reflecting Back on Past Essays and Writing
The stack is about three inches tall—roughly nine manila file folders’ worth. Inside them lies three years of intense writing from my undergraduate studies, created 15 years ago while earning my degree in journalism with a minor in creative writing. The sheer volume of writing I crammed into those years burned me out, prompting me to pivot to the business world for employment immediately after college. It would take me five years to pick up a pen and notepad again, this time as a reporter for a small rural newspaper in Wisconsin.

Embracing My Title As Writer: Gaining Confidence and Self-Acceptance on My Writing Journey
I'm not aspiring anymore!
I just got done reading a blog post in which the author writes about the process of writing being a very personal process, and in speaking for herself, she will not be rushed!
YES! I agree. Because I really do enjoy writing, but it is the expectation of the writing that I compose that often gives me angst and makes frustrated sometimes.

Facing My Fears: How I Fell in Love with Blogging
For the longest time, I resisted blogging. Even before I started writing, I would agonize over what to write about on my own personal website. I often told myself, What the hell do I have to say that is that important?
Then, I came upon a fellow blogger who was writing about what I am feeling. It made me feel not so alone or weird for having my doubts and insecurities about something I love doing so much.