You could say I’m reassessing

When I graduated back in 2004, never did I imagine I’d end up teaching. After all, I’d been chasing the dream of becoming a journalist ever since I was 14 or 15. As soon as I had set my mind to it, I did everything in my capacity to achieve that goal. From simple things like making sure I read enough magazines so I had a good understanding of the requirements of feature writing, to (of course) picking the right majors in Uni. My life seemed set for writing when I graduated. Then when things were set in motion, I got myself into Events Marketing instead. It was an experience and despite my eventual issues with it, I would gladly go through it all over again. But as many of you know, exactly one year later, I felt that I was called to teach. And since then, I’ve not looked back.

But this evening, while looking through my old CV, I was reminded that I actually did pretty well in many of my modules, and one of my proudest academic achievements was when I scored that Distinction for my Creative Nonfiction Writing module. It was the module that I’d been eagerly anticipating since I enrolled into Uni. It was the module that allowed me to hone my writing abilities. One that gave me a better understanding of writing for the Arts. Needless to say, getting that Distinction was a real affirmation. So now that my 3-year teaching bond is almost up, I can’t help but wonder if I should pursue this long-forgotten ambition of mine. After all, I never got to realise it, since I went into Events, rather than Journalism, right after graduating. And isn’t there this thing about seizing the day while one is still young? No? Too cliché?

I guess I could dabble in both, although it’s certainly not going to be easy, especially seeing how I’m presently in a profession where “spare time” is far from aplenty. And yes, you could argue that there’s this whole blogging platform already available to me, which is definitely more suited for my schedule. So what more do I want? Alas my dear friends, ask any aspiring writer and he/she will tell you the same thing: it still matters to get ourselves published.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do, so I’ll just ask the Lord to open up doors and lead me in the right direction. But y’know, I’m also half-wishing that only one door will open. Mostly because I’d be too afraid to make a decision. But yes, let’s leave that for another time.