As a little girl, I loved to write. But, like many little girls, I was unsure of myself and my talent. Was it even a talent? I liked to write poems and stories, but didn’t everyone? Where would this get me in life?
I remember one of the first teachers to tell me I was good: Mrs. Stratton. She made a big deal of my poems and stories. She’d talk about them, again and again, long after I had moved on from her grade four class at Bishop Meaden Elementary in Badger’s Quay. And her words stuck. I started thinking: maybe I was good enough. Maybe I did have something here.
Today, I’m a published author, blogger, and an advertising copywriter and creative director. I still have my doubts, about myself and my skills. Maybe we all do. Maybe that’s only natural. But I don’t let it stop me. I replay the kind voices in my head, of the people who told me I could do it. And one of those voices, one of the earliest I can remember, is Mrs. Stratton’s. And I thank her for that.