I was thinking about this question yesterday. I was sitting at my desk, thinking about my life and what I want from it. I have no clear path and that bothers me to no end. I love, Love, LOVE goals. I love having something to be able to work towards, to strive for. I've been working my whole life, and it's disheartening to feel stuck. I know that I'm young and have my whole life to get to THAT place of meaningful purpose. But it's frustrating not knowing. It's frustrating wanting SO MUCH out of your life and working so hard in school and still feeling lost coming out.
My job now is pretty good. I know that I'm working for a worthy cause. But I don't know if it's what I want to do dedicate myself, too. The same way I wasn't sure whether I wanted to be a reporter after working at my local newspaper for a couple of years. Because I know, deep down inside, I don't have what it takes to be a really good journalist. I don't have the grammatical skills (haha) or the drive you need to be a good newspaper reporter. You have to love your beat, whether it's politics, education, business, etc. I don't love any one thing that much to dedicate my life to it. (Well, except my family and my boyfriend, but that's besides the point.)
I do miss writing though. God, I miss writing. That's why I started this blog. That's why I get this weird thrill when I get to write press releases at my job. (PRESS RELEASES people!) I feel RIGHT when I write. (That's right, I just rhymed and made a corny statement all in the same sentence.) That's why my dreams keep going back to writing. Could I try writing for blogs or magazines? Would you want me giving you tips on finances or health? Would you read an in depth piece on immigration by me? Could I be a copywriter and write the manuals you get with your vacuum cleaner or new espresso machine? Should I delve back into the creative stuff and try my hand at some short stories and make my way to that novel?
Could I? I could. Should I? I really should. Will I? God, I hope so.