I spent the past two weeks submerged in a country that I’d forgotten. Dominican Republic. Yes, it was great. Yes, it was hot. No, I didn’t go to the beach. And I came back with tanned arms and a pale face. Hmm…

But I did have one too many realizations. So I’m just going to speak of my trip as one of self-discovery. With that said, the most meaningful thing that happened — coming to terms with my passion — writing.

The last time I thought I was a good writer was….almost ten years ago. Freshman year at Cornell. That was, of course, until my first freshman writing seminar. My professor made it very clear that my writing was pretty mediocre.

Since my years at Cornell, I’ve only mainly focused on my professional writing, which often times gets edited by everyone and their mother.

But alas, here I am again. Delayed reaction. I think I’m a pretty decent writer. Actually, no, I think I’m a great writer. And that’s why I’m here. And that’s why I plan to focus on it more.