Queen of the Pipe Dream

Why do I want to be a writer?

It took me a really long time to admit that that's actually what I wanted to be. I still question it everyday.
It's a scary thing. To put yourself out there so blindly. And to not know if anything you're doing is even good at all. To not know if you even have "it."
Sometimes, I just worry that I'm no more talented than the kids sitting next to me in Creative Writing. And, realistically, really...how many of us are going to make it? I worry I'll spend my whole life working shitty jobs and making no money and chasing this dream that will never be realized.
I mean, we all want to live extraordinary lives...but the fact of it is that most of us will be ordinary. Get a job, get married, have some kids, die.
But you know, it's definitely not that simple. There's joy in the "ordinary." And the world's "ordinary" is each person's own extraordinary.

And you know, I'd really rather spend my life chasing the dream than sitting there and making money and hating every second of it. Worth it? Yes.