As a blogger, I think that I write everyday, or at least on most days. If I don’t write, then I at least think about it. I either write posts and save them or schedule them, or I write posts and never do anything with them because I see it as pointless to post.
I used to want to be a full-time writer (psh, I still do) who could publish things for the world to see. In a way, I think I’ve kind of accomplished that enough to say that I’m halfway there. I publish posts onto a blog, and I suppose that the work I put into 6birds is the equivalent to that of a full-time job. Yes, if I had a job, then I would put less time into 6birds and spend more time working. However, I’m still not in that place mentally where getting a job and going off to work would be wise for me to do.
Sometimes I wonder if teachers Google me ever so often to see if I’ve published a book or “made it” like they had told me I would. If they ever found my blog, I’d really hope that they would comment or at least email me. I don’t think I made it in the sense that we both had imagined, but I think I still made it.
Other times, I feel mad at them. I feel mad at them because I made it without their help. I “made it” out. The people who supported me so much in Austin were the people who were also supposed to protect me, and they didn’t help me.
That’s when I start to wonder if they ever really supported me at all.
If you support someone, that means you’ll help them, right?