‘At What Point…’

So many times I’ve been asked questions that begin with the phrase ‘At what point…’

“At what point did you know you wanted to be a writer?”

“At what point did you discover what your writing style is?”

“At what point did you realize that you wanted to be a lot more than just a writer?”

“At what point did you decide that you wanted to run a blog?”

“At what point did you decide that you wanted to learn this particular language?”

The answer to all these questions? I don’t know.

I don’t know how, when or why; I just know that whatever I’m doing is the result of this teeny-tiny voice inside my head, that keeps yelling as loudly as it can, that I need to be doing this. Sure, I follow my heart and whatever, but if you don’t listen to the voice at the back of your head that keeps pushing you to dabble in new things and push your boundaries, you’re never going to discover your own answer to the phrase ‘At what point…’

Because, the answer to ‘At what point…’ isn’t something that you can put into words. It’s more of a feeling. It’s the kind of feeling you get after trying on a bunch of clothes in the fitting room and then realizing that you like one of them more than all the rest. It comes after a bunch of trials and errors, which is probably for the best because you realize that this is the one thing that fits you like a glove.

It’s just one of those things that you immediately like enough to stick to it. There are probably a hundred better ways to explain what this feeling is, but I hope you start listening to that little voice in your head more often.

You’ll be surprised at how well it works, when combined with a little bit of hard work.

Cheerio! Xx

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Yours truly,
The Shubhster.

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