When we were little, we dreamt.

When we were little, we were eager to tell people that we wanted to be dentists, teachers and singers! All of a sudden, that question actually means something and we seemed embarrassed that someone might judge our choice, even if the choice we have at the minute might not be the one we stick with. In a year’s time, it will be the time to send out University applications, so it might just help if I knew what I wanted to do. I’ve been interested in journalism for about a year now. I’ve always had a strong interest in writing, and in year four my teacher described my writing to be bubbling out of the page (a little bit strange maybe?) I even enjoyed writing in year 9 about the 9/11 and effects on people’s lives. Now? I enjoy flicking through cosmopolitan and vogue, whilst trying to keep on my literature- after all I am taking it at A level- and writing this blog! In fact, I’ve just finished reading Pride and Prejudice: I did want to give up several times, but kept going and the end was just beautiful. So, if I have such a strong interest in writing and reading, why can’t I announce that I want to be a writer? All of a sudden, people begin to scrutinize my grammar and put me into a category. All of a sudden, it isn’t just an interest, it’s my life. And honestly, that scares me. It scares me more than anything. Because what if this is just an interest? I’d be going down the wrong path. But if it is more than an interest? Then it would be the greatest life that I could imagine, especially if I was to be successful!

Keep Dreaming xoxo