I read an article recently, a personal-growth article, that suggested that the best way to determine what it is you should be when you grow up…what your career should be…is to recall what it was you did for fun, did well, and enjoyed in your teens and early twenties and get back to that. So let me lay that out.
Things I did well and enjoyed in my teens and early twenties:
2. **Censored** (Ya I said it…or actually I guess I didn’t, but you get the idea.)
3. Shit talking. Or shall we call it sarcasm and/or humor?
6. Writing. I wrote a lot of poetry early on. Later, stories. I recall my first short story. My sixth grade English teacher, who I greatly disliked, assigned it. The title was “Krapo.” Krapo was a young alien boy who came to earth on a sight seeing tour. The teacher gave me a “B” and noted in red ink her displeasure over the title. That goes back to item 3, above.
So let’s evaluate.
1. Dancing. I can do this for fun now, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be making a career out of this at any point.
2. **Censored** I’m pretty sure I SHOULDN’T make a career out of this one.
3. Shit talking/sarcasm/humor. Maaaybe. I’m not ruling this out.
4. Therapy and counselling. No. I learned early on that I’m too much of a softie. I can’t therapize full-time.
5. Reading. Hmmm. People tell me all the time that I should be a massage therapist (it’s relevant, wait for it). And every once in a while I think, “should I?” Then I remember that in massage school, and thereafter actually, you sometimes have to massage hairy backs and nasty ass people, and I’m like, “Hell no.” I really only like massaging the backs of the well groomed people I love. Similarly, in careers where you get paid to read, you’re going to have to read some hairy backs and nasty asses…figuratively speaking. In other words, life’s precious, I don’t want to read crap. So, I don’t think so.
6. Writing. If someone asks the question, “What would you be if you were assured you would succeed and there was no chance at failure?” My answer is hands down, “A WRITER.” Plus, I feel like I could work some of my other passions and gifts into writing: sex, humor, therapy, reading. Oh, it’s everything all rolled up in one! People tell me all the time that they love my writing. I wish they were publishers or people with instructions on how make a living at it, but I’m grateful none-the-less.
So focusing on item 6. How!? How does one become a writer? I’ve read several books on how to write…and I think I’ll go back and read those again. I did some Internet research and learned something really important. The only way to become a writer, is…ready?…TO WRITE. Oh the obvious, what a sneaky bastard you are. I’m sitting around waiting for some stroke of literary brilliance to pop into my head, but I’m not writing. Basically, I just need to write, write crap, write good stuff, just write, write, write. Certainly this blog is a start. Short stories…there’s another step.
So be prepared people. And if you have any wisdom to share on this topic. SHARE IT. Please.