I’ve always loved watching people create with their hands and minds. There’s something captivating about witnessing the beauty and creativity of a finished project. Creators are constantly inspired the world is their palette, and their muses are limitless. I remember explaining to my husband how a particular art piece made me feel, and he stopped me mid-conversation to say, “You’re a creator too.” At first, I brushed it off. To me, a creator was someone who worked with their hands, had a grand vision, or could make music out of thin air. But me? I just journal, dabble in blogging, and have a few books that still need to be finished. I didn’t see myself fitting the mold of what I thought a creator should be.

But as I sat with his words, I started to let them sink in. He’s usually right (though I rarely admit it), and this time was no different. The definition of a creator is “a person or thing that brings something into existence.” And that’s exactly what I do when I write. My words bring ideas to life. Why did I have to overthink it to realize this simple truth? My writing, whether it’s in a journal, a blog, or a book-in-progress, is proof that I create. Writing isn’t just something I do it’s who I am. I’m a writer. And, as I’ve discovered recently, I’m also a speaker.

This revelation has me excited about the possibilities. There’s no limit to what I can create with my mind. The same is true for all of us there’s no end to the things we can bring into existence when we lean into who we’re meant to be. So yes, me. I am a creator, and I was made to write. The beauty in that truth is that my creativity has no boundaries, and I’m ready to embrace it fully.