We all have those epiphany moments. Sometimes they’re good. Sometimes their bad. Sometimes they give you writing ideas. Sometimes it’s just a small realization before you move on with your life.
I had an epiphany this morning. It wasn’t one of the happy ones, though.
This is what I realized: What am I doing with my life?
I’m going to graduate this April. Goodie for me. I’m going to get my BA in English with a certificate for technical writing at the age of 20. Yeah, that’s something to feel good about.
But then what?
My progress of my current novel is chugging along well. For only getting into it last month, really, I’m already over 15,000 words. Alright, that’s cool.
But my last book took me five years. It’s still not done. In fact, it got put away in a drawer for a while.
I’d like to move out of this state. But where am I going to go? Seattle, Washington was my original aim. But I’ve been informed that it’s very expensive.
New York has more jobs in editing. But really… New York? Why would I want to live there?
Here I am a month from my graduation date. In one month’s time, 31 days from today, I will be standing there, a diploma under my belt, a world of opportunity in front of me.
But where do I go from there?
Where do I even start?