Lost.

I just had a conversation with my father about my future.
"It sounds like you're inspired," my dad said.
In all actuality, I feel the furthest from inspired. Instead, I feel the most unprepared that I could ever be. In the next coming months, everything about my life will be changing - from friends to housing to occupation. I know every nearly-college grad goes through this, but that doesn't make it any easier.

I haven't felt very confident in my writing skills for the past year. I don't think I'm a very good writer, truly. I feel like I have grand ideas but when I sit to think about my writing point of view, I have no idea what makes my writing style different than anyone else.

In the fall, I will be the editorial editor and although I know I have good copy-editing skills, it seems weird to think that I'll be the one giving advice on how to write well. How will I be able to refine someone's skills when I cannot even identify the problems with my own? It isn't very comforting to know that I don't have any faith or confidence in the one thing I am getting my college degree in.

I need to figure out what makes my writing tick, and also why other people should care about what I have to say. Yes, I know my take on certain issues are important, but what will make people actually care?

This is way too overwhelming for me to think about. As usual, I need to stop thinking so much about the future and everything else that goes into it, but rather think of the day-to-day. I can only affect what happens today, not tomorrow.

Mom thinks I should look into food writing. Perhaps I should just hide from the real world by joining a culinary school?

I feel like it has been so long since I have written. I need to get the creative juices flowing again. It is that time of the year again - time to actually make my brain think.