Will I ever feel like a writer?

Celebrating a published piece and moving past imposter syndrome

Just popping in today with a shameless self celebration, because why not?
We could all do with a bit more of that in my humble opinion...

Over a year ago, I sent a proposal to an independent magazine based in Australia, called Slow Journal. I had followed them on Instagram for some time and I jumped at the chance when they put a call out for submissions.
And last weekend, the issue with my piece was released into the world and I got to see my name in print (which is always a bit surreal… like, did I really write that!?)

‘Tarot and the Slow Living Rebellion’ is about how using tarot can support us in creating a life of slowness and simplicity (yep, this is my whole philosophy).
I also believe it ‘debunks’ some of the myths around tarot and opens up a more practical, grounded view of its use, making it more accessible and available as a slow living / self-development practice.

“Tarot cards, by the very nature of their use, are a method for nurturing a sense of slowness in our busy lives. The act of pausing to pull some cards is a practice the echoes the sentiment of slow living; we are invited into a moment of stillness to absorb and process the card meanings but we are also getting to know ourselves on a deeper more profound level. Tarot allows us the opportunity to tap into our visions of how we desire to live whilst also highlighting what may not be working.”

Even though this is the third time my writing has featured in a magazine, I still feel like a total phoney.

Writing has always been so soothing to me. It provides me with something that, ironically, I cannot put into words. I guess it makes my soul happy.
During my English A-levels, I would get lost in sonnets and wander between the lines of what was really being said. I adored dissecting and delving into other pieces of writing... Yet, I have never felt confident in my own.
So my question is, when does one feel like a writer?

Regardless of the answer and of the ever-looming imposter syndrome, I refuse to let that stop me or stand in the way of something I enjoy.
This is less ‘fake it til you make it’ (because I have zero desire to ‘make it’ anywhere) and more of a permission slip for myself to simply write because I get a kick out of it and it feels good to me.
And if other people enjoy it too, then that is just fantastic.

If you are interested in reading the piece and sinking into the entire journal (it really is a beautiful, inspiring read)… you can purchase a digital copy here.