Alright, Time for a Blog Post. FER REALZ.
So it’s actually been about a week or two since I made this decision, but… I feel the need to share something with you all.
I’m going to be a writer.
Not I want to be, someday. Not on the side, while I work at a “real job.” I’m committing to this. This is real. This is happening.
What led to this? Frustration. Being tired of never doing anything, tired of whining, tired of not being true to myself. I’ve had it! It’s time to make a move.
I’m still going to finish school. I’m still going to get my degree in teaching. I still love math. I still love kids. But I can’t keep pushing myself to do something I’m not 100% about. Sure, I’ll probably substitute for a while, but just to make ends meet in the meantime.
Writing is my love. It’s my passion. It’s the place where I come alive. I’ve actually had a friend tell me that my eyes light up when I talk about it (one of those literary euphemisms that we think doesn’t happen in real life but actually does, I guess). I can’t deny that part of me any more than I can deny that I am human. It’s something that is so closely tied with my identity that to cut it out, to imagine life without that part of me, is literally impossible for me to fathom. That’s how much I love it.
Maybe you think I’m crazy. Maybe you think I’m a fanatic, or that I’m going through a faze. Let me tell you a little secret:
Maybe you don’t understand— that’s okay. But this is something I have to do, or I’ll never be truly happy. I’ll never be myself. God gave me a gift and a passion and I’m being ungrateful and dishonest if I don’t wake up, smell the coffee, and get to work using it.
So that’s where I stand. I’d appreciate any support you can send my way, whether it’s prayers, advice, words of encouragement; whatever you have, whatever you can offer, I’ll take and gladly. Thanks for listening.