Ephiphany

If I think about what I really want to do in life it is this:
- I want to write.

There, I've said it.

I can't take it back now, it's published online(!)

I would love to write a book, but I would be happy working at a publishers.

Maybe in my quest to not be selfish, but to give something back to society, I have never followed this dream far enough from it being a mere whim in my mind to an actual reality.

Maybe my fear was that I would fail which can be paralysing. But at the moment, in my job at UCB I am writing, and I am loving it!

I would love to move into copywriting or working on the publications that go out. I would just love to write and publish.

I have had this blog for (wow) 7 years now and I love writing random things in it. But I've always thought of it as a hobby and a pasttime that I enjoy, but for some reason I've never considered it as an actual career.

If I could talk to myself when I was 16 I would suggest to go into publishing.

I completed an English degree at university and my best marks were when I completed my poetry module. But for some reason this didn't resonate with me or translate (pardon the pun) into a viable career choice. Maybe there was little opportunity to harness this skill and go into the field of writing?

I have rarely considered it, and this is the first time I have fully realised it may be what I would want to do.

I could write, and then teach writing to others. Maybe that is what I would enjoy doing. But what I need to do is foster this desire, practice writing and meet up with other 'wanna be' writers.

I am in a really creative region of the country; I know lots of artists/graphic designers/writers etc. and maybe, just maybe, I am here for this very reason.

Wow, what an ephiphany!