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When I was growing up, I always wanted to be an author. Being published was something I thought was so almost unattainably attractive. I wrote stories when I was a kid and was praised for my writing ability. English classes in high school were always my favorite, and editing friends’ papers is something I still enjoy doing. Reading was a hobby I grew up with. My friends were all nerds like me who read all the time, and I look back on those times sentimentally. However as time went on, I found myself reading less and less. The required summer reading books became a drag and I always procrastinated when it came time to read them. Textbooks became a nuisance to read in college and my attention span dwindled over time. I even started to hate writing because all I was writing were essays about topics I didn’t care about.

I was talking to my boyfriend about building my confidence today, because in my long time of knowing him, I’ve only increased my confidence gradually. Reflecting on his self-confidence journey, he told me that he was told to find something he liked doing and was good at. He explained that that advice helped him become the confident person he is today, and that I should find a hobby that I’m good at.

I looked at examples of hobbies to partake in, and nothing really struck me. But then I remembered- words have always fascinated me. I decided I should try writing again.