Back in April I was visiting a good friend of mine. I was talking about my job and my life and all that stuff. He interrupted me and said I’ve never heard you say your dream in life was to be a professor, you were always out to be a writer and you are a writer. If you’re going to do it, do it.
Last night I was talking with my girlfriend(for those of you following along we’ve moved up from engf). I was saying how I planned to spend today writing. She said that makes sense since you’re a writer.
When paying the bills it’s easy to lost sight of it. While lounging in my casual sweat pants and writing shirt it’s very hard not to feel like it’s just a hobby.
So today I reminded myself it’s a job. I showered. I dressed. I fancied my hair. Even put on nice shoes. And clichely drove to the local coffee shop to have a marathon session with the page.
Remember, whether it is writing or not, whatever you do in this world, if you don’t take yourself seriously no one else will. Be what you are meant to be.