what i want to be when i grow up.

I was invited to a themed 21^st not too long ago. The theme was ‘what I want to be when I grow up’, about what we wanted to do when we were younger. For me, it’s still the same thing. I’ve always wanted to write. Since I was old enough to know how to do it, I’ve always enjoyed writing. I used to love coming in to class on Monday morning when I was in year one and writing about my weekend. When I was nine I had to write stories that we built on each week. One of mine was about talking animals. The other was about a couple who got kidnapped and tortured. Pretty heavy stuff for a nine year old, I know, but it was around the time the movie The Bone Collector came out and that’s what I was basing it on. I remember this clearly. I also remember that my teacher wrote comments like “you have an excellent writing style”. I remember this because I felt so proud and it was one of those moments where I thought, ‘Hey, maybe I actually am good at this. Maybe I can do this’. I still have those stories, too. So, in year 5 I wanted to be a novelist. Of course, after attempting this in my spare time I realized it was a lot easier to write something that was only a couple of pages long than to write something that was 400 pages. My book may still come, if I’m ever able to successfully write it, but that won’t be for years.

Then I think it was year 7 that I started writing songs. This continued into high school and at one point I fantasized about becoming a song writer. By this stage I was smart enough to know that cracking into the music business would be a rather mean feat and it might be better to come up with a more realistic career choice. Hence, I studied journalism. My point is, I have always wanted to write. It wasn’t something I decided on in year 12 because we had to chose something to study after high school. It’s always been what I’ve done. Hell, half my life is saved on my computer because I write about everything. I used to change my myspace page every few days just so I could write something new. Writing has always been what I’ve wanted. And if I couldn’t do it, that’s not just 3 years at Uni I’m unable to do anything with, that’s my whole life. What would happen then?