write your little heart out

First post on The Wandering

I like to write for the sake of writing. I find it somewhat therapeutic. I started this blog with the intention to write, but I ended with 90% pictures and 10% writing. For me, using visuals is my way of cheating. It's a way to distract the viewer from the ramblings of an insane person. And it's funny because the one career choice that I have always wanted to be is a writer. Of course I've wanted to be many things, from an actress to a medical examiner, but my desire to be a writer has never left me.

With age comes the realization of reality. I feel closer and yet farther from my lifelong goal. With newspapers going out of business and the economy in this lovely recession, I sometimes feel bleak about my years to come. I am not saying I do not have hope for my future, and I am thankful for the opportunities I have already had (my zine, The Wandering). But there is a moment when you step back and ask yourself, "Do I really want to make this dream a reality??".

Lately, I have had a couple people tell me (when I told them I was majoring in journalism) that I should get a law degree with it. It is good and practical advise. Just yesterday a girl in one of my classes told me that. It got me thinking about my plans and pitiful existence. But when this happens I remind myself that everything is relative, and nothing is set in stone. I should not dwell on the future but plan.

I do not to romanticize the life of a writer or anyone who has a profession in the humanities. A dose of reality never hurt anybody. But I do have a goal, and I am bond and determined to accomplish it no matter the odds.