Growing into My Voice

I haven’t always excelled at writing. Growing up, I struggled with reading and comprehension due to dyslexia. Writing wasn’t always so manageable; however, with determination and the guidance of a few outstanding educators, it became something that now brings me joy.

It isn’t exactly all I enjoy doing, but it is the one thing that makes me feel extant. My favorite teacher, Mr. Ginorio, once told me that I had a skill, not a unique one, but a necessary one: effective communication. He saw something in me before I did. I can communicate effectively and creatively. Whether it be written or verbal communication, it’s something I not only excel at but also enjoy. The art of storytelling doesn’t depend on creativity, but on the ability to convey meaning with intention. I enjoy writing in most forms: narrative, expository, persuasive, and creative.

I didn’t always love reading and writing either; I grew into both, and as a writer, I found a voice that radiates with meraki.  I no longer dread putting a pen to paper. Writing to me is like lyrics to a musician. Being able to convey meaning through words fills me with joy and a sense of calm. The sound of the radiator kicking on, the soft clicks of the keys, and the silence of the night are what I look forward to at the end of each day.

As a creative, writing is how I understand the world around me and use storytelling to communicate with others and help them find their voice as well.