A Difference To The Human Race

Yesterday, I had a one-on-one (does that require dashes?) with one of my managers, and he posed this question to me, "what do you see yourself doing in three years." And I sat there, stunned and speechless and I said to myself, "quick make something up!" and so I said, "oh i doubt I'll be working for this company in three years. I really want to teach."

The other day I was speaking to a co-worker about corndogs and how I've never had one in my life. He was appalled by my obvious unconcern at never having eaten "the greatest food known to man" or something like that. (He obviously has never had any of my food.)

Whilst contemplating my upcoming birthday and reflecting on things that I had not yet accomplished, I thought about all the aspirations I had as a child. I wanted to be a lawyer so badly, the next one (this time not so badly) was to be a criminal psychologist (I've since forgotten the fancy word I had for it), and now I'm not really excited by anything in the realms of "careers".

So let's wrap this up...
When I was in my one-on-one I thought, I hafta tell Soobs about this. While discussing corndogs I thought, how can I make this into a story? And while thinking about my past childhood fancies I thought, I need to write about this in my blog. That's when it hit me. My passion is and always has been writing and telling stories. It's been such an understated, intimate part of my life now that it goes unseen, weaving through everything I do. It's always been as easy as breathing.

I will make my mark in this world! I will write and write and write until I die.

Always end on a high note huh?

Me.