First, I’d like to start out by saying I’m sorry for my lack of posts in the recent weeks; my schedule has been beyond crazy. Sure, I’ve had a few minutes here and there that I could have squeezed in a post, but then it would have been forced. When I blog or when I “write” I like for it to come naturally, something that actually means something to me, or something that’s happening in that moment in my life that could potentially be happening to others. But here I am, sitting at school, attempting to study for what feels like the midterm of my life, and all I can think about it blogging. Crazy, isn’t it? How someone can love something so much? And I’m not talking about how I love blogging, I’m talking about how I love writing. I’m lucky enough to have found something I’m passionate about; and that’s what life really is, isn’t it? Finding something you love and turning it into a career? As an English major I have a love/hate for reading and writing. I hate that in school I’m forced to do, yet when I’m not doing either of the two, I find myself yearning for it (hence, reasons why I started a blog). and It’s funny because it’s not only with English that people are like this, and it’s not only me that’s like this; people feel this way about so many things. For example, you can be an accounting major and hate every minute of it while you’re in class, but you think about your future as an accountant and it all seems worth it. Same for business majors. You stress yourselves out, pull your hair out doing presentations and papers; yet you have so many ideas and visions that it makes you excited to put it all to the test in your future. That’s what life is, finding something you love and running with it, turning it into something magical, something you’re passionate about. Hate it now and love it later; turn your hard work into something you can’t live without.