A WRITERS CRAFT

Hi guys. As reality hits and I realize that for the first time in my life I will not be going to school in September, I began to reminisce about the good ol’ days while being in school. As much as most people really hate being in school while you’re in it, I would literally give anything to go back in time and start over. I really did love being in school for it gave me purpose, routine, and honestly, a social life. When you graduate and school ends forever it usually means it is time to embark on that long-awaited job hunt. It’s crazy how while you’re in school you think it is going to be so easy to find a job, I mean hey, you just invested 4-5 years of your life getting an education, interning and volunteering, who wouldn’t hire you?! Well, now that reality is hitting, and it isn’t what you thought. Although, it is said that nothing does come easy, so when it does, I am sure it will be worth it, or at least I am hoping.

Anywho, I got to thinking about the writers craft class I took in grade 12, where my teacher at the beginning of the semester made us all go out and buy a journal so that throughout the semester we can use it to write things down. Our thoughts, opinions, poems, quotes, lyrics, whatever made us tick at the time, and to simply write down things we believed in, and then share them with the class voluntarily. Since that day, I have been working on my journal and writing down all of my favourite quotes/poems/lyrics, etc. It has kind of become my best kept secret and most prized possession. I want it to capture everything that I was feeling back in grade 12, and everyday since then until right now. I haven’t finished it and I don’t plan to ever stop contributing to it, but I think it is time to share some of my greatest lessons to the world and I would like to post an insert from it on my blog from time to time, and maybe instil some inspiration to someone out there. I will start from the beginning of it and go page by page. I think it would be cool to see the progression as the years went on.

The first thing I wrote down, other than my name 100 times on the first page, was this:

 “Sometimes you have to be a part from people you love, but that doesn’t mean you love them any less, sometimes it even makes you love them more,”

Until next time,

V