To put this simply, I recently read an article by Mark Manson - the author of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, a book I have come to adore - called 'The Most Important Question of Your Life'. I think it sums my thinking up quite nicely:
Who you are is defined by the values you are willing to struggle for.
It really made me question what I am willing to struggle for - to put in the time, the effort, the sweat, blood and tears. What came out of it? The truth that I am definitely willing to put in the struggle to be a writer. This also makes me a bit anxious thinking about the fact that I'm not putting my 100% into being a writer this very second, but then I just have to take a deep breath and move through this.
Why? Because being able to write is going to take some time.
I think one thing I often forget is that I really do have a lot of time on my hands. Touch wood, all being well, I should have another 60-70 years of life left. I will have to live my life in full over again to get to the age that my parents are currently, and by God did it feel like it took a long time to get here.
So, really, waiting and biding my time, writing here and there when I can, is not the worst thing. After all, I have a plan:
- I will continue working at a full time capacity until September / October
- Meanwhile, I will be applying for Masters' in creative writing of some kind
- I will get into a Masters programme
- In Sept / Oct, I will go and do the Masters programme full time, with a part time job keeping me going (whether that be my current job or something else, undecided)
- After the Masters, I will decide whether creative writing is for me
- If it is, I will focus on it full-time, with the part time job continuing to support me financially
- If it's not, I will have enough journalism experience to be able to get back into that
Life feels like it's always 'beginning', again and again and again. I think this is because we are constantly learning - I definitely feel like I'm in a different place today than I was six months ago, and I have learnt a lot about who I am since then. In six months time again, I'm sure I will be all the more learnéd.
Interestingly, the only thing that has never changed - not since long ago when I first found it at age fourteen - is the music I love. To this day, I know all the words to Ivoryline's And The Truth.
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