Got Soul But Not A Soldier

The idea of being a specialist has been on my mind a lot lately. Everyone knows what a specialist is but how often do you think about what you give up by being one? If you want to be really good at something you've got to dedicate yourself to it. Dedication means a heavy time commitment to what you're doing and usually less for everything else.

I have dreams of being a professional writer. A journalist, reviewer, researcher... so long as I get to hunt down truth and sive it from the mistruth I'll be living a life that I'm happy with. The biggest obstacle I have been finding these days is sharing my time between what I want to do and what I have to do. A lot of things that need to get done these days have a way of bringing me down. They've been doing so for quite some time. I've had my joy in my job eroded for quite some time now from excitement to boredom to frustration to white, burning rage. Writing is something I love. These days I can't do it. My writing boils down to dissatisfaction with my job which is just too specific to draw any decent content from.

Which brings me back around to the point. Unless writing is what I'm doing for my job my skills are going to degrade. If I can't write I can't improve and I can't get a job writing. It's time I gritted up and got serious about finding a style and a speciality that's my own and that I can perfect. I've got ideas but I need time and that's a scarce resource these days.