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When I grow up I want to be…

When I was four, I wanted to play in the WNBA. Never mind the fact that at the time, the WNBA didn’t even exist. I didn’t care. I just knew that the WNBA would exist by the time I grew up. Sure enough, years later, the WNBA played its inaugural season and I got to attend a few games.

However, as I got older, I quickly realized that I loved watching basketball, and enjoyed playing with my cousins, friends, father, but playing organized basketball was an entirely different story. I didn’t even make my middle school basketball team after tryouts and figured out that perhaps I might want to be something else when I grew up.

I then decided I wanted to be a broadcaster, because I loved to talk and write. I grew up watching Katie Couric, Peter Jennings, Brian Williams, Tom Brokaw, amongst other journalists. I then noticed they were often sent into harms way, no matter what, to get a story. So I thought ‘why not be a sportscaster? I’d get paid to talk about sports! What a great gig!’

That lasted til the first day of college, when our school of communications director asked who wanted to be in front of the camera. I quickly hid, shying away from the camera. I think in that moment, I knew being an on-air personality wasn’t for me. When I transferred a semester later, I changed my major. To political science. Then sports management, then sociology. I would change my major two more times before I would finally settle on Communication as a college major.

Ask me if I still decided what I want to be when I grow up.

Yes and no.

For now, I’m focusing my efforts on writing more, and on finding positions that will allow me to do so. I knew I was in trouble (in a good way) when I got in trouble at work. For writing.

I can’t help it.

So if I can find a job that will allow me to write and get paid for it? Sweet!

Still not sure if I want to write when I grow up. But I do know that for now, it’s fun, and I want to do it until I no longer enjoy it.

Not to mention, I don’t wanna grow up. I want to be a toys r us kid. Forever.

So that solves the problem of having to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

Sounds like a plan to me!

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So Here’s the Truth…

So I’m geeked today y’all! Why? 

Because the first piece of writing I’ve ever submitted to an online site/community is up! I honestly forgot about it! 

You can check it out here! Be sure to comment and show me some love! I welcome all feedback!

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing. I have a love-hate relationship with it. Been writing fiction (and non-fiction) stories since third grade. Writing poetry since sixth or seventh grade. You can/could always find me with a pen and paper growing up, it was always what I got in trouble for in church when I was supposed to be paying attention, or in school when I was bored. Even at my current job, the one time I did get in trouble? It was for writing on the job. Ha! 

Oddly, as many books as I’ve read, I can’t say that I’ve wanted to be a ‘writer’. I always thought it was something other people did. I wanted to be a sportscaster/sports journalist, now a public relations specialist (as of right now). 

One of my first favorite jobs was working for my alma mater in the marketing and communications department, and I loved it! I did try a few other kinds of jobs, including my current one, to see what else is out there, but now that I know? I’m accepting the truth about myself. 

Truth is, I can’t NOT write. 

Writing, for me, is like everything else in my life I’ve ever loved. I sometimes hated deciding to do it, or the process, but the results of the process gave me a high like none other. Only a few other things have given me this kind of high. That would be Drill Team, dance team at church growing up, and travel, but not even those things can compare to the current bliss of seeing my writing, online, live and in living color, being read by people all over the world.

Truth is? 


I could get used to this.