Writing

I've never liked writing. For as long as I can remember, I've not liked it. It is hard for me, and I feel that I'm not good at it.

But, since I majored in English and then earned a Master's in Communication, I've done a lot of writing. You'd think that would improve my confidence. Or my enjoyment. But you'd be wrong.

I've even been told that I am a good writer. I have a hard time believing that. And yet, I WANT to be a writer. I want to be a GOOD writer. So, I offer up these occasional blog entries as practice. And maybe, if I practice enough, I won't dislike writing so much. And maybe I'll even start to believe that it's something I'm good at.

What am I going to do with my life?

Lately I've been thinking about this question a lot. For the past two years, I've been trying to get a teaching job, with no success. Not even an interview. And so I've thought that maybe I need to go down another path. That's why I've thought about getting a nursing degree. But I don't know if I feel called to that. I'd probably enjoy being a nurse. I think it's a noble job.

I've always had a heart for mission-based work, and I'm often drawn to work that serves the hungry and/or homeless. Can I turn that passion into a job? Work for Second Harvest Food Bank, or a similar organization? Or Habitat for Humanity? Or become a missionary in Africa? I'm open to suggestions should you have any.