Among all the transitions I’ve ever experienced, I’ve never been quite as excited as I am now, giving full expression to my writing. I’ve been a grad student, lab researcher, teacher, blogger. I’ve worked in mountaintops amid beautiful scenery, in cutting-edge science. I’ve immersed myself in the wonders of biology. I still get excited about these things. I still am riveted by wildlife. But there is no occupation that puts a fire in my being like writing does.
All my life, I’ve been drawn to the written word. I rejoice over perfect prose, over being able to express a thought in just the right way, not a word more or less. In all the jobs I’ve held, I’ve been happiest tinkering with words. Whether it was for a college conference manual, a manuscript laden with scientific jargon, a poem, a letter, whatever it was, I always found joy in writing.
I’m starting now to realize why doing the work you love isn’t work at all. I’m excited, as well as a tiny bit fearful, about being on the cusp of a dream. Am I really going to get to write for a living? I am at the very beginning of the realization of this dream. Yet, I have no doubt that it will be realized, no matter how long it takes. I don’t have the full plan in front of me. There are some things that I have no idea how to do. I don’t know if I will be successful in this pursuit. But for now, I can only think of good and positive things coming my way.
The writing life will come. I know it. This is what I was made for. It’s just a matter of hammering out the how’s and wherefore’s. And those are just details that will get sorted out eventually. The important thing is the fire and the vision that will light the way.
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hi maricar……i love the written word too perhaps that’s why I love what I do both on my day job and as a blogger!
Hey Mrs. G! Yours is the first ever comment on this blog.
Yay for writing for a living!