Often, I have never known what direction my life is taking me. When I went away to college, I opted for a major in nursing only to find out I disliked sick people and flunking anatomy and physiology didn’t make a great candidate for the field. Then I went into advertising. I was fascinated by the process of drawing in the consumer with a small window of time. When I finally completed my degree, I was in corporate communications. I never felt quite fulfilled.
Writing had always been something I enjoyed, but I never thought I could ever make a living doing it. My mother was the one who encouraged me to take this route. So, I went to graduate school to gain a Masters in Fine Arts and Writing. I remember feeling a little inadequate as they great writers have been pouring their blood, sweat, and tears into their craft, while I decided to pursue this because I could not think of anything better to do. Then I held my masters in my hand and I pondered the next step. What will I do with this?
This amazing writing job fell into my lap seven years ago. Freelance writers usually struggle to find steady work, so the fact that I have a weekly column is a huge blessing. I guess my point is that under all the layers of me, I am and have always been a writer. It just took some time to reveal that part of me. I suppose I never thought I was very good. In fact, when I got hired to write my column, I almost turned it down, simply because I didn’t feel worthy. Sometimes it is all about following a path that isn’t clear. Being unsure rather than sure. My path is still unfolding.