I had a plan.
Seriously, if you could take a time machine back and ask my ten-year-old self what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd answer with all of the confidence in the world, "I want to be a writer."
And I stuck with that plan. I wrote for my high school newspaper, interned at a national magazine, even went off and studied journalism at college.
Then, I didn't have a plan anymore.
The landscape changed. I changed.
I thought I would be a magazine editor, or a journalist at a big newspaper. But nobody really reads those anymore.
I thought I'd have a million books published, and be sharing my stories with the world. But that's not exactly what happened.
I traveled across the United States. I wandered cities, trying to find myself. Trying to understand more about these plans we make for ourselves, and why they don't always hold true.
I worked as a leasing agent, a restaurant hostess, a bookseller; I even delivered my beloved newspapers, until the warehouse was shut down.
My plans changed and I wasn't always prepared for the changes.
The only thing that remained the same is my desire to write.
So I found an ad on Craigslist to write for Ology, and here I am again, making another plan.
We can't just rely on our education or experiences to get the job done. Sometimes the pure passion for what we do is the thing that keeps us going.
Through it all, everything I've done and everything I've become, my desire to write has never faltered.
And that is why I want to write for Ology.
Plus, can you really resist the Puss in Boots eyes?
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