Hazy long daze
Sometimes change happens. Not always welcomed. Still something that offers you two choices. Give up or accept it. It is not giving up by accepting it. Even if it seems like a passive occurrence, there is always something to learn from it. Always.
Yesterday I had planned to enjoy some red with the missus and in general be extremely lazy. Kind of celebrating the beginning of my holiday. By being like a sloth. Moving slowly around and just hanging around. Sounds like a cliché, but that is what I had planned. Did not expect that to change.
It did. It was one of those times you just have to drop your plans and go with it. Do what is needed. Because next time you will be the one needing support.
Changes.
I’ve had this strange urge to change my plans. Why should I spend a fuck-ton of money on a bachelor degree? Especially when I can spend a fraction of that money on a few writing courses and keep at it and get a writing job by showing my skills. It is really not a rational fear, but I guess it stems from the fear of wasting three years on a piece of paper and the belief that the contacts I make at school will give me the job I want. While I can spend three years in the real field training myself to be a better journalist. Like other great journalists.
I was unsure I would learn anything valuable at this pathway course. Now I am more sure about finishing it. I have learnt a lot of new things. More about Australia and writing. So maybe school is the right path this day of age? Or maybe it isn’t?
It doesn’t matter which path you take. As long as you already have a goal and never give up on it.
My holiday will consist of reading more by HST and writing more for the Westender.
Got a story regarding Brisbane, closer to West End the better, that needs to be told to the public, contact me.
Take care…
