A while ago I posted about my realization that I love to write. It wasn’t really a realization that I love to write, I knew that about myself already. It was more of a realization that I want to write more, possibly even write as part of my career, or even as a career.
I love my current job, but I am basically an assistant. There’s nothing wrong with that. But I have been feeling unfulfilled lately in life. I want to do more, and be more, and I know that I can. So when the opportunity presented itself, I jumped on it.
We have a monthly newsletter called The Grapevine. Usually members of the communications committee write the articles for this newsletter. This month, nobody was available to write the story about what happened in our Board of Directors meeting. As soon as I heard this news, I volunteered to write it. There were two board meetings, one on my day off, and I didn’t care. I went, took my notes, wrote my article and saved the day.
Completing this task successfully has been so exciting for me. I love to write, even if I’m summarizing a pretty boring meeting. The newsletter is read by around 600 people. Not much, but it’s a start, and it’s just what I needed.