Well what I think I miss most is that feeling of being on the brink of something, that feeling of knowing there is no impossibility, that splendid anxiety of learning something new every day you walk into class. The stream of the same, but different, faces. It was like it was always a new adventure walking on campus, you never knew who you would meet, you never knew what knowledge would make its way into your brain and stick. Oh college days, how I yearn for thee.
College was when I realized I wanted to be a writer so I went that route. I finished my English; Professional Writing degree and suddenly realized I was pigeon holed. I was molded into a technical writer, well I molded myself into one and now I'm feeling stuck and discontented with my career choice. This is what has reignited my passion for writing again. Writing what I feel, writing what I want, not the same old software manual or the same old requirements documentation for a new program.
I want something I write to have a Byline with my name, not the department I work for. I'm tired of mind numbing meetings.
Here is what I want in a nutshell. To write a book, be free, and take care of my little one. I want to create my own schedule, I want to run my life I don't want the 9-5 to run it for me.
And with that, I'm off to watch American Pickers.