I spent a lot of years wandering from one job to another never enjoying any of them. The age old question "What do you want to do when you grow up?" was always a conundrum to me. I thought I knew. When I was much younger I wrote in journals telling stories for a short time. I bounced to art and enjoyed painting, but then theater came along and I thought I found my calling.
Cut to graduation and I had no clue what I was going to do. I joined the military for a short time but discovered it wasn't for me. So I wandered from one miserable job to another, that age old question still rattling around in my brain with no answer.
Fast forward many, many years I went back to school for computer technology and hated every second of it. Graduated though, got a job and worked there for a year and a half before I was laid off. The only constant in my life up to that moment was a desire that found its way back to me several years prior.
The love of writing that I had when I was a kid in elementary school had sparked in me. But I was scared, terrified really. My grammar, punctuation, understanding of syntax the whole shabamm to writing in the English language was horrifyingly terrible. But I had stories, and for nearly three years I would say to my hubby that I wanted to be a writer. I want to write, tell stories, and live my dream.
So I was laid off from a crappy job where I had to deal with computers and angry customers all day, every day, because I was on call 24/7. And as I sat on my couch still wearing my work clothes, my shoes, holding my lunch bag in a daze. What am I going to do now?
Well, let me tell you, my Hubby had enough of my wishing and wanting to be a writer, so he said, "Now's the time, put up or shut up. You got laid off, okay then, you hated that job anyway. You want to be a writer, then write. No more talking about, do it!"
After the shock of everything wore off I did just that. I wrote and I'm still writing. And for all those grammar and what not issues, I'm still learning. Every day, every book I write I'm getting stronger and better. I’m doing what I love, I’ve finally answered that age old question.
I want to be a writer.
What’s the point of all this? Well basically, you don’t have to have all the answers right now. You don’t even have to have them tomorrow. Just trust that one day you’ll figure it out.