I never really used to ask anyone to try writing, before I started my Morning Pages.

At some point, I thought that writing (and making art in general) was exclusive to some people. Whenever I’d suggest it to anyone, the first response would be: “I don’t know how to write.” And that would just convince me that not everyone is meant to do it.

Over the past couple of weeks though, I’ve watched people who’d been 100% convinced writing isn’t for them, slowly turn into committed journalers. I’ve heard them explain how they now run to their notebooks when they need to let things out, and how words are becoming their source of comfort. It’s honestly been really beautiful to watch.

The thing is, human beings are obsessed with perfection. We convince ourselves we can’t do things unless we do them right. And we choose to define what that ‘right’ sounds like, based on unrealistic expectations. I’m guilty of that myself, yet I’m currently finding my inspiration to overcome it, in witnessing other people’s writing journeys.

My sisters specifically inspire me big time. My eldest sister already thought I’m crazy when I started writing more consistently. Now I’m watching her explore everything she’d been interested in yet wasn’t aware of; photography, painting, comics, making videos and more, after she started journaling. That’s not to say your life completely changes the minute you do it. But it definitely makes some kind of difference. The exact difference that’s right for you.

If you know your alphabets and can put them together to form words and sentences, congratulations; you already know how to write. Writing is more than just publishing books and turning feelings into rhyming words. You’re free to do whatever you want on your paper; it’s all yours. Write for yourself. Write anything. No one can ever tell you you’re doing it badly. Write because your words can take you to places. Write because your thoughts always have something to tell you.

Write, even when you think you’re not a writer. For it might end up showing you what you already are, and what you might have not yet realized about you.