I’ve been away for a while. A long while and the time I’ve spent away has been eye-opening. Refreshing even because I was able to sit down and examine myself and understand what was wrong. Whoa, is this what being a sentient being feels like?
I started my blog a while ago, but i’ve only recently actually told people about it. Through Instagram of course.
Anyway, I guess I was nervous about what people would say or think about it but to be honest– it doesn’t matter. I started my blog to practice writing, to talk about my life and honestly just because it was something i’d always kind of wanted to do. So as long as i’m happy with it, i’m happy with me.
I’ve always known I wanted to be a writer. And I’m so grossed out by how cliche that obviously sounds but it’s true. I’ve wrestled with myself for years about choosing a career path that will either ensure success or guarantee happiness. Becoming a writer/ journalist will either work out for the best or I’ll end up poor and sad. But at least that way I’ll be able to say “I attempted to follow my dreams and be happy ” because I know there are millions of people who will never be able to think or say those words.
Every couple of months I tell my family that I’m gonna be a nurse, graphic designer, lawyer or (insert miscellaneous career). And I try to convince myself that I’ll be happy doing either of these but I know that’s not true.
I feel kind of uneasy when complaining about choosing a career path to follow because there are so many people in the world who don’t get to dream the way Americans do. And again I feel uneasy because that’s a huge generalization but it’s also true.
But back to my point, i’ve always wanted to be a writer and I started my blog because of this and I started journaling for the same purpose. So now that i’ve actually told people about it, i’m excited for their feedback and for the future.