Becoming the Writer I Was Always Meant to Be

February 8, 2026 — 7:07 a.m.

I woke up early this morning. The kids are still sleeping. Johnny is still asleep too. The house is quiet, and for the first time in a long time, I have a moment to write.

I still can’t believe that I’m writing books now. A childhood dream—fulfilled at 34 years old. Yay.

I feel ecstatic, filled with joy and gratitude. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, God. God is so good. I feel the Holy Spirit guiding me through this beautiful transition in my life, and I can feel God’s hand gently leading me forward.

I am truly excited and deeply grateful that I’m becoming a published author. Soon, my name will be on a book. That alone feels surreal. And yes, I’ll say it openly—I didn’t write these books completely on my own. I used tools like ChatGPT and Squibler to help me shape my words.

And I’m not ashamed of that.

What amazes me is that the words being written feel exactly like me—just clearer, more organized, more succinct. The soul is still mine. The story is still mine.

Cristina Shubin is a published author. My books are on Amazon KDP, and I also sell them directly through my Wix website. And now, I’m beginning something new: blogging. Eventually, I plan to gather these blog posts and turn them into a small book—a collection of my stories, thoughts, and reflections.

Lately, life feels easier. Lighter. Better.

I feel motivated to get out of bed in the morning—even with this janky computer. I feel empowered and happy because I’m finally fulfilling my life’s purpose. I truly believe I am meant to be a writer. I believe I am meant to be successful. And for the first time in a long time, that belief feels real.

Sometimes in life, we need something—or someone—to help propel us forward. Many people hire coaches, writers, strategists. I’ve done that too. I’ve paid hundreds of dollars for help with website copy, clarity, branding, figuring out what I’m trying to offer the world.

And yet, writing books—this—this makes me feel complete.

Creating videos is nice, but my true work lives in written words. I’m currently writing two books, with many more to come. Each one will carry pieces of my story, my healing, my faith, my journey.

I love that I can write from my couch.

I love that I can write while my children sleep.

I love that I can write in my pajamas, sipping tea in my living room.

It feels right.

It feels overdue.

I remember being in high school, reading constantly. All I ever wanted was to write my own books and blogs. I even started blogging back then—on MySpace, on Facebook—using whatever platform I had access to.

Looking back now, I see it clearly: God had a plan all along.

I believe each of us is created with a purpose. And for the first time in my life, I feel capable of doing the work God intended for me. Returning to prayer, returning to faith, returning to God—it unlocked something in me. I write now with an open heart, and it feels like coming home.

I believe in miracles.

I believe in love.

I believe love has the power to heal broken hearts, wounded souls, and even our bodies.

We can try everything to heal—antidepressants, supplements, exercise, journaling, therapy, talking to friends. All of those things have value. But if you are not living in alignment with your highest calling—your deepest truth—you will never feel fully whole.

This is what philosophers and mystics call the Calling.

Your life’s purpose.

I see mine clearly now. My calling is with words—writing them, speaking them, teaching others through them. Teaching humanity how to love themselves more deeply and more honestly.

My training began long ago. I was ignited by books as a child. Stories shaped my life deeply. We didn’t have a television growing up. My parents were part of a highly religious group called Non-Registered Baptists, and one of the rules was no TV—they called it “Mamona,” the devil. (Which, honestly… I kind of get now.)

TV is addictive, especially for children. Even with my own kids, balance is an ongoing practice.

Books, though—books were my sanctuary.

I read day and night. When we moved to the United States and I learned to read in English, I was overjoyed. My mom would sometimes find me late at night, hidden in a closet, reading for hours. That was my happy place.

And now, through my writing—my blogs, my books, my words—I hope to become someone else’s happy place too. I hope to help heal the world, even just a little, one word at a time.

Thank you for being here with me during this sacred season of my life. I feel deeply honored to be writing alongside so many incredible writers of our time.

Yes, AI is here. Yes, it’s changing everything. But the human soul still matters. And writing from the soul still has the power to heal.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for subscribing.

Thank you for walking this journey with me.

With love and gratitude,

Namaste,

Cristina Shubin