Choosing The Right Career Path For Me

I don’t know what I’m doing. Then again, who does?

Somehow I graduate next year. I don’t feel ready, but at the same time, I can’t wait to get out of university and into the real world.

I’ve had four years to find myself. I still need more time to figure out who I am.

Obviously, I want to have an open mind. But I’d love to be able to work with words. After all, I enjoy reading, writing, blogging.

I tell myself if I want to stand a chance at any career, I have to be my best self. I also feel like I’ll have to work harder than most to get my foot in the door. Regardless, I will choose and pursue the right career path for myself, not anyone else.

In my opinion, what’s on your mind all the time says a lot about who you are, what you want.

I’m a writer. I want to write.

A Big Reason Why I Love Writing

It’s an established fact that I’m an introvert, and I love being alone. Being around other people is exhausting.

I fell in love with writing because I get to be by myself with my own thoughts, even if I’m around other people.

I can get away from the real world for a moment. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not have a safe place, a safe space.

Writing sessions re-charge me. They give me so much energy. I gain more confidence to walk into a room like I own it. OK, maybe not. But I’ll always be grateful for stories, both other people’s and my own.

To be completely honest, this year has been so good and so bad, sometimes both at the same time. I’ve fallen in many senses, literally and metaphorically.

Some days, I want to tell myself just how proud I am, but I don’t know if I have the right words. I’m so lucky.

At one point, I kind of resented the fact that life goes on, but now I realize I have to go on.

I’ll be the first to say I’m not perfect. Far from it. But I’m doing my best. And no matter what happens, I’ll keep writing.

I might struggle at times. But I will keep going until I can’t.

What’s The Easiest And Hardest Part Of The Creative Process?

What’s the easiest part of the creative process?

Nothing.

Making time to write. I may be in the minority here, but that’s because I don’t do a lot of other things. I don’t watch movies. I don’t play video games. So on and so forth.

I’m also stubborn, so I will fight anyone or anything that gets between me and my writing time.

With editing, the final round is much easier than the first.

I love having time to write and edit. So I try to give myself plenty of it.

What’s the hardest part of the creative process?

Everything.

For me, getting through the middle is the hardest.

Beginnings are fun and exciting. I love the honeymoon phase of any project.

But overcoming the halfway hump has been my biggest obstacle. If I can grind out the middle, the ending isn’t too bad.

I’m really bad at finishing stories. Like shockingly bad. Over the years, I’ve gotten worse rather than better. My patience is practically nonexistent nowadays.

When it comes to edits, starting is tough.

Hence why I have many written but unedited drafts.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to push myself through these hurdles.

I suppose nothing really comes easy. Words don’t write or edit themselves unfortunately.

Let’s Talk About The Imposter Syndrome

The imposter syndrome is the bane of my existence.

Some days, that voice in my head tells me I’m not good enough. It says I’m an imposter. As if, at any point, someone will rip off the mask I’m wearing and see right through me.

I feel as though some people already see through my act. And they’re too kind to say anything about it.

I’ve been writing for a long time, and I’ve written a lot of words in my life. I strive to write every day and I do.

I’m still afraid. I’m so scared. I don’t want to wonder whether or not I’m wasting my time.

Through hard work, I can improve and get better. Talent will only get you so far, after all.

One reason why the imposter syndrome has hit me especially hard as of late is my grades. My GPA.

I don’t obsess over school as much as I used to. Thankfully. My sanity is grateful. But I care a lot about doing well.

Growing up, academia was the one thing I excelled at. As a kid, I was anything but athletically gifted or artistic. But I loved reading. I learned to write well.

I’m still doing just fine in university. My standards are set way too high for my own good sometimes.

It should be enough that I’m doing my best, but imposter syndrome is rearing its ugly head again.

On Becoming A Writer

Growing up, I dreamt of being a writer. Not just any writer but an author, a novelist.

I’d love to publish a book one day. Truth be told, I haven’t exactly been working on a novel. I can’t even remember the last time I finished writing one.

I know I’m still young. I have a long way to go. As of right now, I want to pursue other goals and dreams. So I put my creative writing on hold a bit over the summer.

Even if I don’t end up becoming a novelist, I still want a career that allows me to be creative.

I never imagined taking a break from writing would be so hard. I don’t know how other authors manage to write book after book. It’s such a grind.

Even though I joke about being old, I’m relatively young. Some days, I feel young and inexperienced.

I have many years ahead of me. I’ll make mistakes. I’ll fail. But I have to learn. I need to grow.

I can’t see myself doing a lot of things my whole life. But I can see myself writing, whatever form it might be.

Every now and then, everyone deserves a break. At the end of the day, we’re all human beings.

I’m a different writer today. I’m not the same writer I was once upon a time, and that’s a good thing.

When I look back on my life, I want to have no regrets. In order for that to happen, I need to be willing to try new things.

I’m not sure what kind of a writer I’ll be when all is said and done. But I will do everything possible to make myself proud.

I still enjoy the challenge of creating. Sometimes I struggle, but it’s worth every second.

Writing has taught me a lot about myself as well. It’s a journey of self-discovery. I’m still discovering new things about myself every day.

I don’t need to have all the answers. I just need to be curious enough to ask questions.

Ultimately, I want to tell the stories I want to tell.

Struggling To Write As Of Late

I’ve been struggling to write as of late. Technically, I’m still writing, but it’s been a grind.

I still love writing. Sometimes I have bad days or bad weeks though.

I’m not sure when I started writing every day. Safe to say, it’s been a long time. No, I don’t always write as much as I want to. But I never want an excuse to get in the way.

Being a writer really is like having homework every night for the rest of your life. I hope I’m still working away decades from now as an old grandma.

When I first decided to make writing a daily habit, I didn’t realize what I was signing up for. I’m only 20 years old. Assuming I live a long time, I have many days ahead of me. Which also means I’ll be writing a lot of words.

Growing up, I wrote without a care in the world. I didn’t think about anything else except putting pen to paper. I wasn’t writing to please other people. I was just having fun.

These days, I think I’ve been making the creative process a lot harder than it needs to be. I’m overthinking before I even make a mark on the page. That’s no way to write.

Here’s to letting go of all the doubts and fears. Just write. Don’t worry so much about the other stuff.

I Want To Start Freelancing

I want to start freelancing, but I’m not too sure where to begin. I love writing, blogging, and editing.

My major is Book and Media Studies. My minors are English as well as Writing and Rhetoric.

I’ve been blogging for five years and writing for about seven.

So I hope to work with words in some capacity.

I know starting anything is hard, even scary sometimes. I’m sort of starting from scratch. But I’ve gained a bit of experience over the years that I think will be helpful.

As with almost everything, there’s a learning curve. I’ll learn along the way.

I want to keep my eyes and ears open for new opportunities. I’m fond of saying if there isn’t an opportunity, make one yourself. Create your own chances. Because if I’ve learned anything so far, it’s that nothing will fall from the sky and land on your lap.

I like to believe I’ve become more patient over the years. Besides, success doesn’t happen overnight.

I’m on my own unique journey. So I can’t compare myself to people double my age with triple the experience.

In a perfect world, I’d hit the ground running. But it’s OK to start slow. I have my whole life ahead of me. I feel ready. At the very least, I want to set things in motion.

If I realize being a freelancer isn’t for me, that’s fine. I need to figure out what I don’t like in order to find out what I do. So I’m going to give freelancing a go.

I have a feeling I’ll learn a lot about myself along the way. I’m excited and nervous, but I look forward to freelancing in the future.

Some Reasons Why I Write

I write because I cannot not write. I have voices in my head that won’t leave me alone. They want their voice heard, their story told.

I write because I hope others will relate to my characters. I want my words to resonate with them, so they feel less alone.

I write because I fell in love with writing. And every day I fall more in love. I’m reminded time and time again why I started.

I write for myself. For my own sake and sanity.

I write to find who I am. I’d be lost without writing.

I write to make sense of what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. I don’t always know what I think until I get my thoughts down.

I write because it’s challenging. I like the challenge of creating. I want to push my creativity and expand my imagination.

I write to document and to record the moments I want to remember.

I write so I don’t forget. So I have a reminder of where I’ve been.

I write even when I don’t know what to say. Eventually, I figure out what I do.

I write because I believe the power of words. The right ones can change the world.

I write because I can. I’m lucky enough to be able to.

I write what I want. I get to make my own rules and break them if I so choose.

I write because I can’t imagine myself doing anything else in the world and enjoying it half as much.