I read a lot when I was young. I started writing. I dreamed I might write like Hemingway someday. I got good feedback from teachers at school. Writing seemed easier for me than it was for other kids. When I went to college, I started as a Journalism major. I got a job at the college newspaper and was assigned some stories. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know how to prepare, how to interview, how to investigate, or how to structure information. I had never written with such tight constraints and quick deadlines. I worked hard to finish stories, only to have them come right back for major revisions. The dream I had, that I was a great writer, suddenly felt foolish. A year later, I had largely given up on writing. My new college majors were Psychology and Advertising. I left writing behind. I had a ‘fixed’ mindset about writing skills. “I’m a really good writer.” I possessed a special skill; all I had to do was apply my talent and I would shine. When the challenge level in
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