No life to live other than your own

Ever since I was little, I’ve liked to write. My teachers would read my papers and say “you will write a novel someday,” and I planned on it.

As I got older, those dreams were put aside as reality set in. In junior high I joined band and continued through high school. When it came time for college, I auditioned for a music scholarship at the University of Oklahoma after being convinced to do so by my private instructor who, at the time, was a professor there. I received a music scholarship but there was a catch: I had to be a music major. While music was fun and all, it was not my passion and I could not see myself doing it as a career.

After being advised at OU, I saw my dreams of being a writer slipping away even more. There were so many music classes I was required to take; classes I could care less about. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told my parents I didn’t want to do music, un-enrolled from OU and made my way to OCCC as a journalism major.

I received my journalism degree from OCCC last May but am still currently here finishing classes for my photography degree. I also simultaneously go to the University of Central Oklahoma where I just started this semester.

Upon arriving at UCO, I enrolled as a journalism major.

A few weeks ago, I decided to take an intersession class to get a class out of the way before the semester started. I didn’t even make it through the entire class period.

While I was sitting in this class which was about learning how to present yourself for television, I realized something: I no longer wanted to be a journalism major. There was nothing wrong with the class and the teacher was nice; I just realized I hadn’t been happy for awhile being a journalism major.

I love to write and yes I work for the school newspaper, but news writing is not my passion and I cannot see myself working for a news station some day. Therefore, why should I be taking classes I find useless and boring?

I left at the first break and changed my major to, guess what? Creative writing. So far, I have not been disappointed.

For the first time, I feel like I finally have time to do what I have always wanted to. With school, work and life in general, our dreams get put on the back burner and sometimes we leave them there.

I feel like things always have a way of working themselves out though, if you will them to and for me, I feel like I have finally come full-circle with my passion for writing.

Don’t give up on your dreams, even if it takes you awhile to figure out exactly what those dreams are. Do what makes you happy because you only get one life. You might as well be happy while you are living it.

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