A Renewed Love of Writing

Since returning from Peru I’ve been itching to write. Every day I think of a million topics or ideas to type into my blog or use for my classes. It’s such a relief considering my previous doubts about my career choice.

I always knew I wasn’t going to be a news reporter or writer. Its all a bit too stale and depressing for my taste. I just wanted to write for magazines. I’ve been a lover of all things magazine and have hoarded them ever since I learned to read. I used to sit in my room for hours and read Seventeen from cover to cover, trying all of the beauty and fashion tricks and comparing all of the love advice to my current middle school romance.

When I started to study journalism here in Chicago I realized that there are so many different paths I could take. I could go into magazines, sure, but there are magazines for everything. Literally. And as much as I love to write, I dreadfully accept the fact that I will probably never make the money I dream of. And it’s all a bit stressful.

As if graduating college isn’t enough to drive you mad, try doing it in an expensive city in which you pay for everything by yourself, all while knowing you’re probably going to be pinching pennies for your entire life. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never second guessed my decision to be a journalist, or that I never panic about the future.

But being in Peru reminded me that money isn’t everything, and that I chose to be a writer because that’s what I love to do. I can express myself so freely and words have so much power. As Patrick Rothfuss said in The Name of the Wind, “As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”

What would we be without words?

It’s an honor to write something and have people not only read it, but connect with it. It’s not about money. It’s about doing something that can make a difference in the lives of others. It may be minuscule, and I may never even know that it happens, but if someone can find a glimmer of hope or understanding in the words I write, or be able to crack a smile on a day when they’re feeling down, then I’m doing my job. It’s just a bonus that I love doing it.


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