When I said I wanted a career in journalism I never thought I would end up with a normal 8-5 job with blogging on the side.
I went into my second year of my journalism degree with a thirst for learning- waiting to read all about ethics, the media and freelance writing. My third year of study arrived- one of the toughest periods of my life, and I came out of study knowing that media writing was not for me. I was not the thirsty person I had been, not for what I was about to embark on, I still had a thirst for knowledge and a passion for writing but my unwillingness to ask and write about tragedy and manipulate opinion defeated me. I wanted to explore my creativity and did not want to be shackled by deadlines, negativity and regulation. Before my third year of study started I had ended it. I didn’t finish my degree and I’m not sorry.
I’m not saying I don’t have plans for my degree, because I do. When I gave up on my degree I was lost and I didn’t know where to turn but I went with what my gut said- and it said that a newspaper was not my place. My love for learning has not diminished and I plan to cross over into PR if my life heads in that direction and my luck favours me, but what I am trying to say is that I am happy.
If I had not made the choices I did I would not be here today, loving my blog and the fact that it is mine, I would not be here with you, the followers I am so grateful and lucky to have. I would not have the things that I value most in my life right now. I do not regret the choices I made, even though they were completely against the plans I had for myself and that others had for me too.
Things happen for a reason and I wouldn’t pass this up for a piece of paper any day.