Practice makes perfect

The time has finally come. As of Monday I have officially entered into my final semester of college. Needless to say, I am slightly terrified of what is to come. So uncertain about what will happen post graduation. The fear of not being able to find a job consumes me. Why am I in a constant state of disarray? What Ive realized through my fear is the importance of my dream. I have wanted to be a writer for many years now. Not just a writer but a Carrie Bradshaw of sorts. My dream: writing of fashion, food, festivals, and all the fantastic things about our culture that I am able to enjoy everyday of my life. I have always wanted to be the type of writer that people anxiously wait six days of the week to read the single article that is printed every Friday like clockwork. I want my writing to be sought after. I want to be desired. My fear does not stem from insecurity. I know that I will be able to find a job and live a comfortable life. My fear stems from the possibility that I may not reach my goal of being a writer for the masses. I fear that I will never see the day when my name is printed in shiny, black, 16 point font underneath the title of a magazine article. I do not only want this, I need this and yearn for this. I want my work to be read. My goal is attainable. It starts here. Practice makes perfect. 


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