Hello, my lovely Creators!
Today I found myself struggling to answer what seemed like a simple question in regards to my writing. I work at a yoga studio part-time, and a man came by to inquire about yoga classes and what we have to offer. I had no trouble answering his questions and providing him with some information that I had learned along the way. I am no expert, but I did not have to try too hard to find my answers.
For some reason, he began to ask me about whether or not I go to school. I saw no harm in telling him that I had finished school and that I didn’t have any plans to go back for anything else. He followed this up by asking what my major was, to which I replied that I had a bachelor’s degree in creative writing. With interest, he wanted to know what I planned to do with my degree; if I was planning on being an author.
It was at that moment that I found it difficult to find the words to explain what it means to be a writer. How we go about using the fancy degrees some of us receive. I didn’t know how to tell him that although writing is what I went to school for, it was not what I was currently doing with my life. I wasn’t sitting at home every day, all day, creating stories. No one was paying me to come up with the next bestseller. Of course, neither was I using my abilities in my current day job. To be honest, I felt a little embarrassed.
Instead, I told him about what I want to do as a writer. I explained to him what I wished I could do. If it were up to me, I’d be working in a publishing house, learning the ropes or I’d be working in a bookstore where I could be near the things I love most. I know what you’re thinking, why isn’t it up to me?
Well, I guess you could say that I don’t have the means to go where the work is, believe me, I’ve been searching for a way. As for working in a bookstore, I’ve tried, interestingly enough it’s not that easy to snag one of those jobs. I must be doing something wrong.
What I didn’t say was that I wish I could be at home reading and writing all day. I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like that isn’t too much to wish for in this life. Silly as it may seem, nothing would make me happier.
All of this got me to thinking, why don’t I begin to chase that dream? What is holding me back so much that I can’t move forward? I believe I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. The only thing in my way is myself. I wonder how many of us are holding back and keeping our dreams to ourselves. How many are staying silent because they’re too scared of the rejection or even the possibility of having your dreams come true?
It can’t just be me.
With that I shall leave you all with this, I hope you enjoy.
The day he left, he had no idea where he was going. He was taking a chance on something that might not be possible. No plan or strategy guided his steps, only the possibility of starting over pushed him forward. Away from anyone mapping out his life for him. Away from all of their carefully laid out plans. It was time to stop everyone from deciding the outcome of a future he never wanted. It would only build more walls around him, moving in on him at an alarming rate. He never wanted to live that kind of life.
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