Reader,
I never had Bieber Fever.
Sure, his songs were catchy, and I could definitely be found in a minivan circa 2010 on my way to a house party dancing my skinny little butt off and singing along to every word of "Baby."
But was I a Belieber? No.
Did I have posters of him up on my walls? No.
Did I stalk his relationship status and lose my shit when he and Selena Gomez broke up and Taylor Swift dumped him as a friend and he started dating Hailey Baldwin and then went ahead with their arranged marriage?
No.
(And yes, I do hate that I know all this Bieber fan lore.)
Let me tell you something, though. Seeing all those Coachella videos this past week of him living his best life, reconnecting with his music, and LITERALLY healing right in front of our very eyes?
That was fucking beautiful.
And it healed a small part of me that's been broken these past few years.
No one knows exactly what he's gone through. No one knows exactly what it took to get to where he is today. But we clearly saw that healing happening on stage, in a beautifully simple set with some funny memes thrown in.
And now I'm going to take a page out of my friend Kaitlin's book and tie this Bieber Rant back to writing and editing:
Art is therapy. Music, painting, writing, sculpting, crocheting, creating—it's all therapy.
Every time we pour ourselves into our creative work, we're healing a part of ourselves. Making peace with ourselves. Figuring out something we didn't even realize was sitting under the surface.
And I think that's something we forget a lot as writers.
We get so caught up in Is this good enough? Does this make sense? Will anyone even want to read this?
. . . and we lose sight of what the writing is actually doing for us.
It's not about getting it "right" or finding "success."
It's about getting it out on the page and out into the world. About reconnecting with your voice after it's been buried under self-doubt, feedback, and a million "rules" about what your writing should be.
And sometimes—like what we saw on stage at Coachella—it's about coming back to something you once loved and letting it feel like yours again.
That's the kind of writing that sticks.
The mom in me is so fucking proud of Justin Bieber, and so fucking proud of every single one of you writers.
(And yes, "Beauty and a Beat" will now be stuck in my head for the foreseeable future.)