“Why do you do it?”
It’s a question I receive quite often. The looks, the head tilts, the unspoken judgement, it all comes along with every “I’m an English major” response. People wonder why-- why dedicate my time to sit at a computer and write 10 page papers and read five novels at a time just to graduate without a high paying job. “Because I love it.” It’s my answer every time.
Some decide to go into college pursuing a career that follows a family name. Some decide to pick a major that will give them the highest paying job at the end of the day. Some don’t even know why they do it at all. And then there are some like me. Some that pick something they enjoy. Something that doesn’t make them wake up and dread going to class every day. Something that feels more natural to them rather than forced.
Writing is my out. It helps me cope. It helps me relax. It even helps me figure things out when I originally didn’t know how. There are so many things it can do for me that make me want to do it every day.
I once had a teacher when I was a sophomore in high school tell me that my writing was full of emotion and it was like something he’s never seen before. He asked if I would be comfortable sharing it with the rest of the class, but I responded with a very confident, “No.” I wasn’t confident in my writing, I never shared it. It was something that was for me and just for me, but that’s changed.
As my writing has grown, I’ve grown. I now love sharing my work and posting random little blog articles for people to see. I’ve realized over the last few years how many people can connect with it and relate to these tiny words I put on a page. I don’t do it for the high paying salary or the attention, I do it for my own happiness.
Grub Street Nonfiction Team Member
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