Around Thanksgiving I’m always reminded of how thankful I am for my wife, my kids, my family and my friends. One thing that I often overlook is how thankful I am that I am a writer. It’s a challenging profession, one that causes a lot of rejection, heartbreak and unintentionally condescending looks from others (“So you’re a writer? That’s nice, but what’s your real job?”). But the payoff is this:
I can’t imagine being anything other than a writer. It’s in my blood. It’s why I don’t drag myself out of bed in the morning, but instead leap out and rush to my computer. I live it, I breathe it. How many other professions start each day with the question, Where is my imagination going to take me today? That’s why I’m so thankful I recognized my passion and followed it.
There are many perks to being a writer, so I decided to post one of my favorites to Twitter this morning: