During my time in college, I took a lot of literature classes. I was training to become an English teacher. In my senior year of college, during my student teaching, I realized that I didn’t want to be a teacher. My college career turned into wasted money. I quit student teaching and switched my degree to reflect my passion.

What I was taught has helped me be a better editor and writer. Through teaching, I know what to look for in writing. I only did a few weeks of teaching and teachers do not get paid enough. While the switch was something that had to happen, it changed my life plan. After the stressful switch and graduation, I was ready to become an editor. That didn’t happen. I was left with a few job options, that did not reflect my education, and the crushing burden of a sense of failure. I felt like a failure and I felt like the whole world was against me. It was a trying time for my faith but I knew Jesus would guide me through it.

I was worn out. My mind was drained from all papers I had written for school. My mind was exhausted from my job. And my failure weighed heavily on me. After some time I quit that job and started working part time as a carpenter. It’s an enjoyable job with less stress. I finally felt like my mind could get the rest it needed. I’ve done a couple freelance editing jobs and have begun writing more.

Until this past week, I have never tried to get something published. I’ve written for years and never once felt something was good enough to submit to a publication. At this point, I’m excited for any kind of response from the publisher. I’ll soon be joining the ranks of writer’s with rejection letters. And if it does somehow get published then that’s even better. I got a hot forty dollars coming my way.

As I’ve said in a few other blogs, I’ve recently gotten back into writing after a long hiatus. I’ve never written this much in such a short amount of time. I’m staying on top of it. I’m excited to write again. The blank page or screen or whatever I’m using to write, is welcoming and warm. I’m not so concerned with what falls out of my mind anymore. I’m not concerned with the reception of the story or blog post. You shouldn’t be either. Get out and write! The Medium community has helped me realize that.

Hope you enjoyed the little view into my life. If you did, hit that little heart button and check out my other posts. Any encouragement is GREATLY appreciated.

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