Writing... and what it's supposed to mean

I was told I wasn't what my dream job was looking for. I felt down. I started watching Netflix, but still felt down. I went on a walk with Juneau, and still felt down.

Then I sat outside and thought... I just want to write.

Writing has been an outlet for me. Just looking at this blog and the emotions I feel after re-reading my posts from years ago... it's amazing.

But for the past year I have been writing for work, trying to find the right words at the right time. I have been trying to write. And that is not fun, nor is it a release of emotion. Sometimes there is no purpose to writing. Sometimes writing is the purpose.

Words are written instead of spoken because you can always return to them and be in the moment again. I have always been best with my words. I hate when words start to be hard to write.

While studying journalism, the warning remains 'watch what you put on the internet'. You never know who is watching. Sometimes, I wish my future employer finds this blog. This blog is me. My best writing is here. I am good at what I do, but when words become hard, I struggle, just like anyone.

I may be the most emotional person in the world. But words put me at peace. They boost my mood. Lyrics, quotes, the ramblings of a disappointed college grad. They all belong in the world for some reason or another.