Back in the day, I aspired to be a writer or a poet. I still do aspire to be a writer, but not so much a poet for various reasons: only elitist English majors like myself read poetry (half-joke), doesn't pay too well...to name a few.
However, I still love and appreciate poetry. After all, I do have an English degree and actually enjoy delving beneath the surface of a text to get at its meaning, if you had to know.
Flash back to my task the other day: cleaning out my desk to make space for a mini-room makeover. My desk has been the catchall for basically all of my writing hits and misses, former homework assignments and odds and ends. My entire life was stuffed in, on and under my desk, and it was time to de-clutter as I move forward as an adult (despite living back at home.)
Somewhere in the middle of this huge mess, I stumbled across a poem I must have written in elementary school, since that is when most of my regular poetry writing occurred. It struck a chord with me, seeing as though I am in this huge period of transition, figuring out what I want out of life and how to achieve it. This poem offered me some encouragement -- I was writing then, and still writing now (though obviously not in the same medium) and I had enough foresight then to realize that the first step in achieving your goals is believing in yourself.
Oh, an update on my current back-and-forth regarding the internship position: I came in with an offer as to what I thought was appropriate to be paid and they returned with a much lower amount. Even though this would be better than nothing, I'm not willing to settle quite yet, especially when I consider myself to be worth more than their offer -- and because I am trying to keep in mind the little words of wisdom from my younger years and remember to believe in myself.
However, I still love and appreciate poetry. After all, I do have an English degree and actually enjoy delving beneath the surface of a text to get at its meaning, if you had to know.
Flash back to my task the other day: cleaning out my desk to make space for a mini-room makeover. My desk has been the catchall for basically all of my writing hits and misses, former homework assignments and odds and ends. My entire life was stuffed in, on and under my desk, and it was time to de-clutter as I move forward as an adult (despite living back at home.)
Somewhere in the middle of this huge mess, I stumbled across a poem I must have written in elementary school, since that is when most of my regular poetry writing occurred. It struck a chord with me, seeing as though I am in this huge period of transition, figuring out what I want out of life and how to achieve it. This poem offered me some encouragement -- I was writing then, and still writing now (though obviously not in the same medium) and I had enough foresight then to realize that the first step in achieving your goals is believing in yourself.
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| I think my illustration is meant to be an Olympic swimmer going for gold. Maybe I have been pursuing the wrong goal the whole time... Perhaps I was meant to be an artist... |
Oh, an update on my current back-and-forth regarding the internship position: I came in with an offer as to what I thought was appropriate to be paid and they returned with a much lower amount. Even though this would be better than nothing, I'm not willing to settle quite yet, especially when I consider myself to be worth more than their offer -- and because I am trying to keep in mind the little words of wisdom from my younger years and remember to believe in myself.
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