Passion & Reality

 

As a child, I’ve always wanted to write and report. Give me a pen and paper….or even a microphone, and I’m good to go. I’ve always known that’s what I wanted to do. I have not always been the BEST at it, but I’ve also never had a problem with nerves. Although I’ve always had the talent of stringing words together, it took a few years for it all to click nicely. It’s something I’ve worked on and will continue to work on. And that could explain why I love it so much.

Writing has been an essential key in my happiness. Nothing absolutely beats investigating, stringing words or giving readers an experience to remember. The high is truly addictive and is one of the best things in the world. A lot of the time when I was in school and wasn’t doing homework, I’d be writing. Ironically, I wasn’t an English major, but I could still excuse my countless hours writing on something productive.

Regardless of my role, I still write…..a lot. I must say that it is pretty awesome to get paid for something that I love to do. My experiences have been varied but I can honestly say that I’ve loved each and every single one of my writing jobs. Each opportunity has had many lessons and things to learn.

And I have to say, if something keeps me from being able to write, I have a feeling that I would grow to resent it. Writing is an integral part of who I am. It kills me to think that I don’t blog as much as I’d love to. And that’s because I have tons of writing to do for work, and the blog gets neglected a bit in the process. For now, that’s essentially how I earn a living and I’m happy. To think that I had contemplated moving to L.A or New York in pursuit of a writing job is funny to me now. As a writer, the possibilities are completely endless, but my dad always say this: if you want something enough and do everything you can to get it, it can become a reality.

What is your own reality?