For most of my life, I've been told the secret of happiness is to "do what I love, and love what I do." Until I found my passion for journalism, I thought it was just a cute little saying that would never come true.
I've been writing for years. When I was younger, I'd pen long winded imaginative stories and sell them for 25 cents to my parents. In elementary school, creative writing was by far my favourite class. In high school, I had a fantastic English teacher who recognized the spark I had for writing, and fostered it into a flame for telling other people's stories instead of just my own.
It was a short jump from high school English to Pre Journalism at the University of Regina. I always sort of knew I had two options if I wanted to fit my education to my planned job (ie. writing for a living) - I could take an English degree, or I could try to get into the School of Journalism. Teaching wasn't something that appealed to me, and a few sociology classes during the two years of pre-j showed me that there are thousands of people who need their stories told - so Journalism it was.
During my internship at the Estevan Mercury, my love for the craft of journalism was cemented. I discovered a passion for human interest stories, and learned that I had the ability to cover a wide range of topics, from sports to court. The variety in my daily work was the cherry on top of the proverbial ice cream of writing for living, and now I know that "doing what I love and loving what I do" is not only possible, it's well within reach.