Overconfidence pushed me downhill
I was overconfident when I joined college and within two months, I was at rock bottom. I decided overnight that I was not cut out for writing. I do not remember anyone presenting me with great writing advice on a platter. It was a process, it took a lot of time, twists and turns, to learn that writing is a continuous learning process that comes out of regular practice.
My knees shook, I felt something terrible deep down my stomach. I wanted to disappear as I watched other students majoring in literature walk away with big smiles on their faces and A grades in their test papers. I on the other hand, had a C grade in my very first test paper in college, obviously indicating that my writing abilities were in no comparison. That was very hard to take, as I always got good grades back in school.
Yet a year later, I took up a part time journalist job over summer not of my own accord, but because my Godmother would not let me have my way. When the first article got published, I did not jump for joy. My mother was surprised. I considered it as some lucky occurrence in my life. I went on to write several articles soon after. I kept writing, learning from rejections, learning not to give up, learning to appreciate my style of writing. But the biggest lesson that time taught me was to never be overconfident about my writing abilities and keep writing to become better. There is so much to learn yet.
After having pursued a career in economics for a while, I got back to writing. I write for a genre, which I never imagined as a student. I write stories for children. I like to see the world the way they do. There is still so much to learn from them.