By Claire Enos
I am so sorry I am posting this so late! I was busy all day Monday, and just barely got online since Monday (it is now midnight on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning). For those of you who aren't friends with me on facebook and haven't heard, my uncle died a little over a week ago, last monday. This monday we had his memorial service, so my life has been pretty hectic the last week or so. My days seem to be going by so fast!
During this past week and a half I have written more than I have all summer, that is to say: I've done a lot of writing since my Uncle died. I wrote the obituary for the newspaper and the Eulogy my Aunt read for her husband's memorial service. While I've been doing all this writing, I realized one thing: Writing is my life. It's what I live for and it will always be a part of my life, no matter what anyone says.
Not too long ago, an ex-friend of mine told me that my major was a waste of time and I should switch majors and do something that makes sense. At the time I was devastated, because all I could think was: "If this isn't important, what is? Why should I be miserable just because of what someone else thinks? And, if not writing, then what? I'm not really good at anything else, and my other interests are less reliable than writing is."
However, over the course of the last week and a half I came to realize, first: It didn't matter what he thought about my major, since it doesn't affect him at all; and second: writing is important, and I'm good at it. Why should I change who I am for someone who doesn't matter?
So, this is what I have to say: If writing makes you happy, pursue it. It will always be useful for one reason or another. And as long as you're writing, what else matters?
PS: I know a lot of you live in Arizona. I'll be flying down in a couple weeks, on the 27th. If you'd like to meet up with me or something while I'm in Mesa/Phoenix area let me know! Thanks!w