Going forward (kind of)

It seems I’m always in a whimsical mood when I write on this blog. I usually sit down with my laptop and tap away on keys with no aim or purpose other than to see letters form words as they flash across the screen. It’s strangely cathartic for some reason; there’s just something about organizing thoughts and putting them down in a coherent fashion that has a calming effect.
If I was a really talented writer, I’d be using a typewriter to do this. I’m reading Moby Dick right now and I can’t comprehend writers using such a thing back then. Sure, it’s got that romantic write-what-you-feel-and-damn-the-outcome aspect to it but fixing any kind of typo would be a problem. I’m constantly editing myself when I write, looking for that elusive and perfect phrase, so using a typewriter would drive me insane.
This blog has been neglected for the last few months as I endured and survived all that j-school could throw at me. The program just about broke me but like the old saying, ‘whatever doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.’ I still have a passion for current events and I’m still trying to read; I’m forcing myself to go after ‘The List’ - a collection of books I swore I’d read after school - and Moby Dick is at the top of it.
Someone very wise once said along the lines of, ‘find a job you enjoy doing and you’ll never work a day in your life.’ I wish it were that simple. If I want a career in journalism, I’ll have to go to a big city but I’ve fallen for the county. Vancouver was a good experience - I liked the culturally diverse atmosphere and it’s a great place for news and news junkies like journalists. But it’s so ridiculously expensive to live there and makes it a tough go on a journalists salary unless you land something at the Sun or Province. Loyalty to a job or career is a good and noble thing but devotion isn’t a collateral asset one can put down for a mortgage.
I get a little unsettled when I start going on this kind of mental track. I believe we’re all here for a purpose and we all have a place in life. We can pray to God to reveal it to us (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing) but it seems like there’s no way for personal and spiritual growth if one doesn’t flounder around for a bit.
I guess I’m still floundering.
I’m now working for a magazine publishing firm and it’s a little different from what I’m used to with newspapers. Deadlines are more lax but it’s the slow season so I don’t plan on resting on my laurels. But it’s still an adjustment and it’s in a career field I’m trained in.
Till I find my niche and place, I’ll just continue to use this blog as a canvas to explore my writing and see where it goes. Which is why I started it in the first place.

You say you’ll give me eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
-U2