It has come to my attention that I haven’t posted in MONTHS. This is not because I haven’t read a good book in months (on the contrary, it’s probably because I would rather read books than write about them – given my limited time these days). It’s also probably because I spend ALL DAY writing, and despite my promises to my co-workers that I would continue blogging even after accepting the job as a writer, I usually don’t feel like writing MORE when I get home. I usually feel like laying on the couch and watching four or more hours of Netflix (yes, Netflix, I’m still watching, stop asking). In any case, I recently got a new laptop, and I was looking for an excuse to spend some more time with it, so I thought to myself, “Hey, why not write a blog?” And here I am.
In truth, I actually haven’t read many books these days. I binged on historical fiction, as I am wont to do, and decided to make the switch to paranormal (or in other words, “scary”) gothic tales a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, a few weeks ago I also found myself living alone – and if you’ve been keeping up with my blog at all, you already know what I’m a giant weenie. The sun has also taken to setting at 5:15 (otherwise known as “the moment I get home from work”) which leaves little to no daylight to read scary books by. The result? You guessed it; more Netflix. Or, in some cases, more writing – for work.
Which I don’t actually mind. Because, for the first time ever, I actually love my job. I love going to work in the morning (despite the fact that I do not love waking up), I love that the word “retail” doesn’t even cross my mind over the course of the day, and I love how quickly time flies when I’m doing what I do best – writing articles. That’s not to say I didn’t love working at a book store – I did. I loved the books, I loved the people, hell, I even loved some of the customers – but it’s nice to experience the holiday season without a disgruntled shopper accusing me of ruining Christmas for everyone in their family.
And guess what? I talk to the coolest people! My job is to interview clients and write their stories – and sometimes those stories are amazing! I’ve talked to a personal trainer who got his beginnings with one piece of used workout equipment in Puerto Rico. I’ve talked to a dentist who extracted his first tooth when he was 12-years-old in the middle of a South American jungle. I’ve even talked to (granted, minor) celebrities! If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that everyone has a story to tell – and I love being the person who gets to tell those stories!
If there’s one more thing I’ve learned it’s that I’ve been sitting around wasting my life. There are eight-year-olds out there who have accomplished more in the past two years than I have (or probably will ever accomplish) in my entire existence. There are people my age who have traveled to thirty foreign countries and speak multiple languages. There are girls, just like me, who have hiked Kilimanjaro or run on the Great Wall of China – all before they turned 25.
I wasn’t sure where this blog was going when I started it, but it’s turning into a mid-life crisis (er, a “I’m going to be 25 this year” crisis) and that could get ugly. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m lucky to have a job that not only inspires me, but one that I also enjoy. For now, telling amazing stories will be my outlet. And someday (that proverbial someday) I’ll do amazing things too.