So I was never much of a writer. As a child in elementary school I was placed in ESOL classes and barely passed English courses. Going through high school and college supposedly helped my writing skills but I’m not quite convinced that I’m all that competent as a writer. I guess practice makes perfect.
Fall is here and I get filled with nostalgia. It happens every single year.
I’m in a new location now…just a little bit away from my hometown. It’s a good thing and it has a learning experience. Living alone is an experience all by itself, especially for an extrovert like myself.
Work life features long days that feel short…
More later… eyes too blurry to type.
- Woman: Is this your newspaper?
- Me: Nope, go for it.
- Woman: Thanks. (Takes it and walks off to the restroom.)
- [30 mins later]
- Woman: (puts newspaper back next to me)
- Me: (pushes it further away with pen)
I start my job tomorrow. Cross my fingers for a smooth yet thrilling three years.
Counting the days until it hits me.
With great power comes great responsibility. So now that you’ve finished college, go out and do something with what you learned.
Strive to make a life-changing difference. Even if you don’t get to that point though, you’ll end up doing something you’re proud of.