the first day

When I first learned about Postsecret a few years ago, I became obsessed with the idea of people anonymously giving away their secrets. I check the website every Sunday without fail. People comment on the secrets, and they speak of a certain liberation that comes with sharing them. It's a "Now I realize I'm not alone" kind of freedom. Now it seems this phenomenon has traveled to other websites (Flickr, for example).
When I contemplated participating, I wondered what secrets I had worth sharing. Did I even have any? At first I said, No, there's nothing I have worth sharing that I haven't already told somebody. I said, I guess there are a few things, but they're not worth sharing. But the more I thought about it, I realized this exercise is as much for me as it is about me. Even if people read it and don't give a shit, or if no one reads it, it still functions as a sort of therapy for me. And so I decided this project might be an important thing to do. What I'm attempting is one secret everyday for the entire month of March. This is my first secret.

Many who know me know I have an appreciation for the art of writing. They know I have a talent for writing. I would even wager that I am a better writer than most of my friends that have college degrees even though I never passed English 101. I derive tremendous satisfaction from writing. Even as I type this, I feel good about myself. But, for whatever reason, I have difficulty admitting that Writing would be my preferred career. In a month I return to school. When people ask me what I'll be studying, I tell them, I don't know. The truth is: I know exactly. I'm going back to school to study Writing and to become a Writer.

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