Wednesday 14 December 2011

When I Grow Up...


Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to write. I could write anything; lines and lines of nonsense would just flow out of me. I could rhyme on the spot. Obviously, not Missy Elliot style, but I had this thing when my pen would hit the paper. It just came out, all of it, in any way I wanted. I always knew I wanted to write. I was a shy kid so I knew I had something to say, but I didn't mind hiding behind my articles or columns in a newspaper or magazine. I had ONE year of architect fever, but once I heard you needed math, that fever broke quickly. I never strayed from writing and it never left me.

Dad asked, "What about business school? What about law school? What about taking engineering or accounting?" Yeah, what about it? My dad and I have different views on the world; well, on my world. He wants me to make money, and I want to be happy. Obviously, I would love to make money and be happy, but very few people have achieved that. I had to really think, would I be okay writing for a living, doing what I love, but living from paycheck to paycheck? How would I feed my family or even raise a family period?

Journalists make no money. I know that. I can't shake it though. There is NOTHING else I want to do in life. There is nothing I love more than researching a story or talking to people about the news. It invigorates me. I love to debate issues and I get a thrill telling someone a story they haven't even heard yet. Okay, sometimes news can be boring and I used to agree. How could I even think about being a journalist when I barely read the newspaper? When I finally cracked open a few sections, I was pretty surprised at the crazy shit that was happening in the world. I follow specific issues from its first appearance in the paper, all the way through the developments, to its conclusion. Sometimes I wonder, why is this NOT on the first page? Or why IS this on the first page?

Okay, anyone can feel like this and not be a journalist. I'm pretty lucky though because I love to dip my hands in anything and be able to learn a little bit about every industry. I like being versatile. Some days I feel like being a corporate writer. Others, I feel like I could be a producer or a broadcaster. A publicist or public relations specialist doesn't sound too bad either. You know what, I don't even mind being a camera person all that much either.

My ideal job though, is to be a magazine editor. That has been my dream for years. I never read the paper because its content was so spread out towards such a huge demographic that I never felt like it was being addressed to me. I want to address issues to people of my age. I would love to inform them about things relevant to them that I have to search through an entire paper to find. How am I going to get to this place?

This is the climax where my big idea comes out. This is where I unveil my master plan to get rich and do what I love for the rest of my life. Well, I have no idea. I have no special strategy tucked under my sleeve. I just plan to be memorable and take every single opportunity I can with every single person I meet and every single event I go to. I'm going to put everything into all I do because I honestly just refuse to do anything else. There is no other option.

I won't settle for less than what I want......This is probably why I'm still single.