When I wrote that title I almost laughed out loud at the irony of it. I write for a living; why do I need to write during my personal time? But I need to. While I pride myself on writing ten 500 word articles right in a row on the benefits of solar paneling or dentists in New Hampshire, I find myself getting burned out on the pointlessness of it all. Although my writing may be pointless, juvenile, and stereotypical to other people, it's none of those things to me.
An update: I currently live in all the glory a twenty two year old college graduate could hope to dwell in-my parent's upstairs spare room. I can't lie. Packing up my GRE and LSAT prep books and putting my hard sought after scores filled with sweat, tears, and bits of my brain into a box was the hardest thing I did this year. Dreams can fade into the distance; and I have to convince myself that the process of grasping a dream is almost better than the actual achievement. But then, there are the moments that remind me why I'm here where I am now. Like earlier, when Dameon told me in broken English that his favorite food in the "whole big world" was cupcakes as frosting dripped from his fingers and chocolate crumbs laced the corners of his wide-lipped smile.
