Writing To Save Myself

Some days I really do wonder why I am doing what I am doing. I question my decision to go this path at this point in my life. Right out of college I chose the safe route. I took that job offer to teach school even though I knew I didn't really want to teach third graders. It was safe. It was what I had gone to college to learn how to do.

Now all these years later, when I am supposed to be winding down that second career in ad sales, I am venturing on to a third one.

Some days I think I am crazy. Last night I was reminded that I would be crazy not to.

I have been taking this great essay class with Susan Shapiro, author of Speed Shrinking and six other books. Susan is high octane, funny and passionate about writing.(If you are a writer, sign up for a class. If you are a reader, buy one of her books)

I don't remember what the question was, only the answer she gave. You write to save yourself.

Fifteen months ago when I was considering my options I saw no other choice but this one. I forget some days. This morning I woke up and knew. I am saving myself. That's why I write. That's why I am doing this.