Chuggin' along

What's that you say? Three days without a post? Hmm, I can fix this.

I'm writing this blog intending it to be my outlet to the masses to share my dream and the progress I've made to attain it. However, I'd like to think that this blog, like any blog, can be a mean to many ends. You see, I've recently made some discoveries about my passions and professional life. I love to read and write, and I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge. What does this mean? First of all, it means I'm going to go to grad school, though not this fall [my soul awakened a tad too late to meet application deadlines]. Second, while I apply to schools and anxiously await decisions, I hope to hone my writing skills.

When the economy tanked, I had just graduated from college. As a liberal arts major, I'd no idea what I wanted to do with my life nor did I have any "marketable" skills. So I volunteered for a few organizations and dabbled in different jobs, from coaching high school cross country to making bagels. I enjoyed each of these jobs for their quirky benefits, like taking home free bagels, veggies, and coffee, or getting paid to run a few miles each afternoon, something I was going to do regardless of pay. Unfortunately these jobs did not require much brain power, nor did they offer much, if any, upward mobility. Had DePauw advertised that its graduates hit their professional peaks at age of 22, I might have reconsidered my college choice. Eventually, I moved back home, found another internship, and parlayed it into a regularly paying job. I'm grateful to have a job at a time when so many people cannot sniff one. I've learned, though, that it's not for me. No, I want to read and write... right now.

Beggars can't be choosers, or so I'm told. If I can't make a living off my nascent writing abilities just yet, I'll keep typing and scribbling away until I can make a living off them. I want to get better at writing. Like any other skill, writing can only improve through practice. Taking three days off is kind of detrimental to that end. I'll try not to slip up again, but I make no guarantees.

If I I get nothing else out of writing this blog and shooting for this goal, I'll have given writing a fair shake to be my career, like a suitor in The Bachelor, if you will, only with fewer hot tubs.