I feel like lately at least once a week I see a 'Staff Pick' titled "How did I make $4,000 on Vocal?" or "How to make real money from writing on Vocal?". Don't get me wrong, there's nothing more I wish I could do than write all day and get money for it. Win all those cool challenges and see my savings account growing, planning my next vacation with the money I earned from writing for vocal.media. Yes, that would be awesome, BUT...
If you follow me on social media you’ll know that I took upon myself a project that probably no one besides a few people knows what it actually is.
My, oh my, why couldn’t I be an accountant? or a banker? … or a freaking lawyer? My last 3 posts on Vocal are all about how thanks to falling in love, becoming an immigrant and COVID-19 I re-discovered myself as a writer. However, I'd say that for a long time I was afraid to even call myself one because I was too scared of what people will think. Why? Let's be honest, being a writer or any kind of artist doesn't necessarily mean that you have a job. It just means that for some unknown reason you love sharing your mind and soul with the rest of the world and hope to get money from it.
Before you get all feisty with me on how COVID-19 has taken away the lives of many and ruined even more of them... Let me remind you that I'm writing what COVID-19 meant for me and only for me. Am I selfish for doing that? Probably. However, if this year taught me anything it is to be selfish. Again, don't start talking to me about wearing masks and washing your hands, I do all that and I'm not talking about ignoring the virus. I'm talking about being selfish in life and always putting myself first. This year taught me self care and appreciation for little things. This year taught me that it's okay to switch off my phone and unplug from the world. It's okay not to pay attention to the world's biggest issues and the whole of humanity falling apart just because it's simply too much to take in. What's most important, thanks to the COVID-19 I took a deep breath, looked inside my soul and realized how much wasted potential there is within me. And I couldn't take it anymore.
My, oh my... where do I start? Yes, I did self-publish a book. Yes, I am incredibly proud of myself for writing it. Yes, it is available on Amazon. And yes, I think it's not that great at all.
I never considered myself as a writer. I wanted to be one. I always dreamt of being a journalist or writing a book but I couldn't finish anything that I started. I guess a lot of people have that issue. Mine was the fact that I didn't feel like I had anything important to say. I felt like anything I wrote was absolutely stupid and childish and I didn't think there was anyone who'd like to read my stuff so at some point I just stopped writing.
I'm gonna be honest. This year has not been great. Not at all. That's why within the last month every single time I was getting obsessed about Halloween and telling people about my costume, everyone was shocked that I even had any Halloween plans. Even more when they realized my plans included a full on costume I've been preparing for way too long and no intentions of going to a party at all!
If you followed my social media this summer you've noticed that I spent a weirdly big amount of time in Pittsburgh, PA. You might have some questions. You might be dying to know WHY? And honestly...? My answer is simple... I freaking love Pittsburgh!