Weird

It's so weird to think about how quickly life passes by. You wake up in the morning focusing on solely "making it through the day" and before you know it weeks have passed. I need to learn to live in the moment if I am going to truly enjoy all that life has in store for me.

The Beginning

I happen to know nothing about blogging or creating a blog or anything of that nature. In fact, it was my mother who suggested that I start a blog in the first place (how hip is she?) Anyway, the reason for my sudden interest in blogging is quite simple. I have recently decided that my future profession of choice is journalism, and what better way to document my journey through journalism than with my very own blog? You see, my whole life I have been convinced that I was meant to work in medicine somehow. In fact I specifically wanted to be a pediatrician. Well actually first I wanted to be a veterinarian, then a marine biologist, then a musician, then a constitutional lawyer, then a doctor (nothing specific, I only wanted a medical degree). I went through a phase where I wanted to work in neuroscience, looking into the deepest, most intimate parts of the human brain and then figuring out how and why human beings behave the way they do. All this seemed fine and dandy, however whenever someone would ask me what I was looking to major in I never had a straight answer. I would always reply, "Something in the medical field, I think". I'm not sure if I at that moment I really did want to be involved in medicine, if medicine was the only intelligent sounding answer I could muster up, or if I was looking to others instead of myself in search of my true aspirations. My friends, well a majority of my friends, are all planning on being scientists or physicians of some kind. Professions ranging from engineers to biologists to psychologists are in my friends' interests, and I must say that it is pretty intimidating. I'm not saying I am a "follower" who always looks to others for the answer to one's own questions, but hearing the aspirations of everyone around me did not really give me an opportunity to create and explore my own. Obviously journalism is on the opposite spectrum of job possibilities than scientists and doctors, and  I didn't even think it would be a candidate for me until I was looking at my class schedule for my upcoming senior year. I avoided taking Calculus because I would hate it so much it would be unbearable. I'm not horrible at math but I truly do not enjoy it, nor do I enjoy science either. What sense would it make for me to go to college and take a bunch of very difficult math/science classes to get a degree in something math/science-y that I wouldn't even love, let alone be able to tolerate. What do I love? Writing. I really do like writing. It comes easy to me, and I am proud to say that my favorite academic class is hands down Language Arts/English. I've decided not to deny myself a possible career choice that I might love. Who knows? Maybe I'll be a sucky journalist, however there is only one way to find out.