Okay. Lean in. I'm a quiet person. A thinker person. An author and teacher person. 

My writing journey began at the age of eight. I wrote story after story after story. I then proceeded to ask my family to read story after story after story. 

I guess they got tired, because they told me to stop. But stopping was something I could not do. This led to my "writing in secret period."

During this writing in secret period, I took a multitude of secret courses. These secret courses led to meandering paths, detours and rabbit holes. I'd come up for air every now and again. It was only a matter of time before I was found out. My family politely supports me now.

During my secret writing I was a poetry snob. I thought of it as indulgent rambling, prose. While taking these secret courses, I happened upon a poetry course. Then I learned there was technique involved. Breath-taking when done right, having the potential to bring layers of emotion to the surface. I have now entered my poetry period. Looks like this is where I belong.