How I became a writer
When I was nine, my dream job was a dentist, and I stood by it. This is what I meant to do. Then in high school, I changed my mind. I thought I didn't want to be a doctor; it was not what I wanted for many reasons, one of which was math. I used to hate it. Also, I discovered that I love literature, so I decided to major in English. However, after I graduated from college, I struggled to find my dream work, which I had no idea what it was. During my time, two positions were available for my major: working at the airport or teaching. I refused to work at the airport, but being a teacher was my only way, even though I was not excited about it. I applied for too many schools, but they didn't hire me because I didn't have experience. I thought I was wasting my time; it was not something I fought for; I was obligated to have it. Nonetheless, I kept asking myself what my future job was.
Hospitality industry
Now it takes work to work as a teacher. I must have a job until I find my future career.
Thus, I applied for every job application that I heard of and found online. I received many rejections from companies because I needed to acquire experience, as always, although I majored in English, the most demanded language. I didn't lose hope yet; I said this wouldn't work. I have to have a goal, so what job should I aim to have. I remembered the first hotel I visited and saw a woman receptionist. I was intrigued by how she was working and smiling. She was polite and acted well. I was fascinated by the hotel. It was luxurious and beautiful. The atmosphere was fantastic. I wished one day I could work there. Now, I've had the idea to work in a hotel, so I started looking for a hotel job, whatever the job description. Anyway, after a month of searching, I got the job. I was excited and happy I finally got it after suffering. I worked there for a year, and then I felt depressed. This was not my ideal job; this was different from what I wanted to do for the following years. I lost my passion for work and started getting mentally and physically sick. I could barely walk; I was sad and crying all the time. I thought of Resignation on many occasions. Then, one day they told me that I was qualified for a course it was for one year and a half. I told myself this is great. I will learn more about the Hospitality industry and know in which department I will find myself. Nevertheless, one time I was talking to the trainer. I asked her do you love what you are doing? she said yes; she told me everyone should do what they love and enjoy. I remember walking out of the room thinking of her sentence what is the work that I love and enjoy I thought working in a hotel was my passion, but I was wrong, so what is mine? However, I spent only three months in the course, and then the pandemic happened, and we stayed home. I was excited to be home and afraid to get back there; that was a scary sign for me. I lost my dedication to work in a hotel . However, this time I must ensure to know what I'm doing. I sat down and wrote the pros and cons of working there. I knew I would not return when I finished, so I resigned.
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I'm a writer
Now, what's the next step? I asked myself what my future career would be. I know that I have something, but what is it? I was writing the same sentence repeatedly; I was writing a lot about how I could not return to work on my previous job. I was even miserable about the idea of working in that place again. I must know what I want to do after I leave. That killed me more because I felt I had no purpose in life. I asked myself what is the thing that I do every day without getting bored, something that I feel thrilled doing it. At 5 am, I discovered that I'm a writer; writing was and is my safe place, the thing that I escape the world to do, and I enjoy every minute. I find my soul and true self while writing; writing is my therapy, friend, and hobby. Wow, I was cheerful and relieved to discover my ideal career. So, from that day, I started my writing journey.
