I sat down today for my weekly meeting at Writing Club with a newfound motivation for life. COVID-19 has gotten us all down the last (six?) months, but as I sat today, waiting to start today’s meeting, a thought struck me: I’ve been told my entire life that greatness will come. That I need to keep moving and learning and I will “turn out well”.
But when do I start working on my own greatness?
I’ve never known what I wanted to do growing up. I always chose the default options when my grade school teachers asked, but I never really knew who I wanted to be. What I wanted to do.
Now here I am, 21 years old and just starting to figure it all out. But I’ve spent so much of my life waiting for my career to wave at me through the window that I’ve developed an unfortunate vice: idleness. There hasn’t been motivation in my soul for years except for little sparks. Those sparks have led me here, to Just My Thoughts.
I’ve spent 21 years learning as much as possible, so that when I find my vocation I can put my heart into it. There have been times it’s felt hopeless. There have been times I didn’t think I’d live to find my passions. But here I am. I’m a writer, and this is where I write.