I’ve never been someone searching for what to do with my life. I’ve never had a radical transformation from one religion to another, one political belief to another, one way of living to another. I declared my college major at seventeen and never considered changing it. Plenty of my friends wonder what they should be doing, what their dream is, where they’re going, what they believe. I support them in the search though I’ve never truly understood their quest.

But if their is one question I struggle with it isn’t about god or marriage or kids or whatever–it’s whether to pursue art or writing. Mostly I’ve chosen writing. But I want both. And my certainty that I have to have at least one in my life hasn’t given the confidence that I’m good at either.