Genius, Please!

When a person lives introspectively, the depths of the soul explore emotions and reveal outward truths. I live for a deep connection with my most sincere thoughts. My belief is that anything can happen to a critical thinker. Recently, readers have reached out to me about my literature, calling me a genius. The term “genius” has never caused me to see myself as anything other than an intellectual with a strong work ethic. I don’t believe that my mastery of literature makes me a superior thinker. Loving something meaningful gives me purpose, so each writing endeavor leaves me eager for more.

When illiteracy made me question my understanding of professional communication, life gave me an opportunity to learn the craft. Finding mistakes used to frustrate me, so I chose not to worry about them as much. Learning to write and edit improved my professional skills, but humbling my abilities helped me lower my expectations. I was always eager to be part of a literary world.

Now, I focus on my career goals, and rejection comes with acceptance. I receive emails from people who struggle to write a simple paragraph. As an editor, I don’t feel obligated to give these individuals the same chance I received. When I first earned a GED and an associate degree, I emailed a client to explain the changes to the art in her advertisement, and she pointed out my lack of use of commas. I advanced my intellect through multiple programs that provided me with the knowledge I needed.

How can I be a genius when reading a simple children’s book once left me dumbfounded and ready to give up? I guess the proof of my ability is in the literature I write. I also know that compliments feel rewarding, but they’re not the fuel that keeps me writing every day. The craft is the true genius—the process—and the best any creator can do is trust in the story that makes each writer important to readers.

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