Where are they now?

Ten years. It’s been ten years since I buckled up and switched gears from pursuing a career in dentistry to chasing after my talent: writing. My teachers thought I was crazy; mother was convinced I was throwing my life away; and my friends… well, let’s just say teenage inebriation doesn’t always foster pearls of wisdom.

I’ve always been a planner, a trait which sometimes goes by other names, neurotic, anal, you get the drift. But by sixteen I’d already mapped out my five-year Doctor of Dental Surgery degree followed by a specialization in Pediatrics, and even the marketing programmes for my clinic targeting the lucrative private school segment. Told you, planner.

And for this reason my superiors should have known that even what appeared to be a reckless 180 from the Sciences to the Arts, was anything but. By the time I was eighteen, I knew I had to be smart if I was going to stave off the “I told you so’s” while I caught cramp in the unemployment line for the rest of my life. I had to forge some plausible, respectable career out of writing, so I did what I do best — I planned.

Communications was on the cusp of explosive expansion (even I couldn’t have planned such a perfect social media boom) and I craftily paired that with Marketing to give myself a range of options from traditional news rooms to film and multimedia or public relations where I sit today. But.

And there’s always a but, isn’t there?

It’s been ten years since I stepped into that college classroom, and if you’re looking for a happy ending, I’m glad to report that I’ve successfully landed a string of progressive and rewarding jobs and my future in corporate life is brighter than ever. But.

The writer inside me — the one who soiled those dentistry hopes some ten years ago — she’s not pleased. Yes, corporate life will satisfy several pleasures in my lifetime; the car, the house, the whole nine yards. But.

And so I find myself at a juncture of sorts. For the first time in my life I know what I want but I can’t see clearly how to get it. The internal pressure I’ve been experiencing lately tells me that I am ready to give birth to this writer within.

I’ve read that finding your niche is one of the key pillars in self-defining a writing career and this platform seems conducive to just that. So, I’m not sure where this journey will take me, but with this undefined blog I embrace uncertainty and welcome you to join me if you’re interested. I mean, I can’t wait to see where I’ll be in ten years.

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