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Confessions of a Jealous Writer: Learning to Celebrate Others’ Wins

Even when it hurts

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I didn’t notice her at first. I was too captivated, too infatuated with my self-importance to chaperone my consciousness. Like most important things in life, her arrival made no sound — until, it did.

Forty days is a magical number if you know me. Forty days is how long my yoga teacher insisted I did my yoga practice consistently if I wanted to retain observable changes in my mind, body, and soul.

She was right.

For three years, I’ve been doing at least an hour of yoga daily.

And so, armed with my yoga teacher’s humble wisdom, last week, I made a vow: To improve my writing style, I’ll write every day for at least forty days.

I wanted to make writing a part of me. I wanted to practice my craft to such a point that the English language — its syntax: beautiful sentence constructions and variations, playful metaphors and images, unexpected rhythms, and cadences ooze out of my skin.