I was trying to decide if my future career opportunity would flow in the ways of business communications. After applying to several jobs and having 1 interview, I decided I needed to get more education in communication in order to have a better foundation in it.
So I signed up for an online class at the University of Phoenix. While I did learn from the class, I also learned that online classes are not for me (unless I had no other option). I honestly did not retain much information from the class because I was suffering from information overload (too much stuff to learn in only 5 weeks). And there was one other thing...some of my classmates were stupid. Some of these folks did not understand how to write in the English language. And then there were people who didn't understand that this class was not a cell phone and that using texting shorthand in a classroom environment is a bad thing. And can you say "run on sentences"? I truly fear for the youth of America.
Anyway, I slowly realized that even if I found another job, I really don't like the office environment. It's too stuffy...I love flexibility and a relaxed schedule. Part of that is because I am a highly sensitive person, but that's another story.
Where does that leave me then? Well, I did realize what I want to do...I want to write. In fact, I've been thinking about this for YEARS. What stopped me from 1) admitting that and 2) getting started in pursuing the writing thing? Fear. Fear of failure, fear of sucking at something, fear at not making my family proud of me...fear, fear, fear. I finally realize this all...so now, it's just an issue of getting started. I need to start finding any little job (or work for free) that gets my foot in the door. I know I write well, but do I write well enough for people to pay me for it. Time will tell...
I hope you all like bad poetry cause that's what I'm going to expose you to soon...and some pictures I've promised you.
