Writing is for Love

I’ve been told over and over again that writing is not a good career choice. Writing, my father said, will never make you any money so if you do become a writer you had better marry a rich man.

Well, I haven’t married a rich man. Instead, I graduated high school and went to college and earned first an associate of arts degree and then a bachelor of science degree. I pursued then and still pursue now a career in health care administration. I currently work in the front office as a medical receptionist. I am looking to change my job (not my career field) because I just recently graduated with my bachelor of science. I want a position that allows me the financial means to pay back my student loans without going bankrupt and (preferentially) a position that allows for my to grow and be promoted in the future.

Job hunting is both perilous and tedious. I am leaving my current position, as of October 9th, to job hunt and take advantage of any promising temp-to-hire positions that I can find. It was not an easy decision and the prospect of being unemployed even by my own choosing after three years working at the same job is frightening and strange to me.

I have nightmarish thoughts about what I might do if I can’t find the work I am looking for before my savings runs out. This despite the fact that I know I will be fine for months even if there is zero temp work. Besides that, I live with my significant other and while he appreciates what I contribute financially to pay rent we are both well aware of the fact that he can afford to pay rent by himself. We have talked about and planned for even the most unlikely of worst scenarios. Still, thoughts linger about what other options are available to me.

One thought that lingers in the back of my mind day and night, no matter what I am doing, is the thought of writing. When I was a young girl I read voraciously. I read at least half or sometimes nearly all of the books in every school I ever attended. I moved schools a lot; last time I counted the number of schools I had attended was in the double digits.

No matter where I go or what I do I fully believe the urge to write will follow me. So, once again I pull up a blank document and put my thoughts toward writing.