By: Emily Andrade
This past week has shed light on a career that I can consider seriously, one that I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life. Before this week, I would have never thought of myself as a published journalist. Now, all I can do is anticipate becoming one at the end of the week.
Of course I want to be in the field of Journalism, but I still want to consider other possible careers as well. I have come to realize that writing is part of what makes me a passionate individual although it does not express all aspects of my personality- it is simply one of the pieces that shapes the puzzle of my life.
I find that when I start thinking about my future, it is difficult to stop. I have a tendency to get caught up in imagining what the world will bring to me as I go along, so much so that I forget about what I can bring. But somehow I have come to realize the importance of showing what I believe will be my future, and how sharing these thoughts can pave the way for my ultimate success. Writing is the best way for me to express that.
In all honesty I used to despise writing because I’ve never felt I was very good at it. I’ve read all these books, blogs, etc. and began to compare myself to those writers. I was trying to live up to somebody else’s work that would never fit or become my own. I decided to create my own expectations for myself.
Writing does not have to be something complex, for me it can simply be a journal where I often reflect. In the middle of the night when I can’t sleep, I jot down words and phrases. I write out all of my thoughts that are constantly haunting my mind, just waiting to be heard.
I write with my hands because they are the only two things that translate who I am from the inside out. I write with my eyes, because they become overwhelmed with the concept that nobody will ever read these pages until the day I die. I write with my head because it is too stubborn to let my heart speak. When I do write with my heart who I truly am is heard. I have chosen to write.
This past week has shed light on a career that I can consider seriously, one that I will enjoy doing for the rest of my life. Before this week, I would have never thought of myself as a published journalist. Now, all I can do is anticipate becoming one at the end of the week.
Of course I want to be in the field of Journalism, but I still want to consider other possible careers as well. I have come to realize that writing is part of what makes me a passionate individual although it does not express all aspects of my personality- it is simply one of the pieces that shapes the puzzle of my life.
I find that when I start thinking about my future, it is difficult to stop. I have a tendency to get caught up in imagining what the world will bring to me as I go along, so much so that I forget about what I can bring. But somehow I have come to realize the importance of showing what I believe will be my future, and how sharing these thoughts can pave the way for my ultimate success. Writing is the best way for me to express that.
In all honesty I used to despise writing because I’ve never felt I was very good at it. I’ve read all these books, blogs, etc. and began to compare myself to those writers. I was trying to live up to somebody else’s work that would never fit or become my own. I decided to create my own expectations for myself.
Writing does not have to be something complex, for me it can simply be a journal where I often reflect. In the middle of the night when I can’t sleep, I jot down words and phrases. I write out all of my thoughts that are constantly haunting my mind, just waiting to be heard.
I write with my hands because they are the only two things that translate who I am from the inside out. I write with my eyes, because they become overwhelmed with the concept that nobody will ever read these pages until the day I die. I write with my head because it is too stubborn to let my heart speak. When I do write with my heart who I truly am is heard. I have chosen to write.