The Catalyst part 2

So I was blessed by grace and passed my classes. Barely. But I knew that this summer I needed to sort things out. I thought a nice expensive  vacation to Europe would help until my aunt said that it wasn't a wise choice to over pay for study abroad with loans. She was right and I was broke. I had no idea what to do. I knew what I didn't want to do. Work in the court or law office. While I did enjoy working and valued being in clinic last summer semester. I needed sometime to decompress and just see my life. Threaten my self with a little poverty.

So I signed up for two useful summer class on campus at the law school. I decided to do what I want, play around. Make music, write the script I had been claiming to write for a year, and just enjoy myself. As May became June and summer began, I went through some of my old stuff in a vague attempt to clean up my room and I realized. "I LOVE writing and reading." 

From at least as far back as junior high and more concretely college, all I did was come up with ideas, write down concepts, phrases, story ideas, what-if scenarios. I never had more fun than when I was using my mind to share. As I looked through all my little notebooks, and read some of the story ideas I had written in my junior year of college.  . .I not only enjoyed it but I realized that this was my passion, my talent, and my true calling.