oh on the contrary, dear--

quite to my surprise, i was asked the most simple of questions, that baffled me in the most definite of way. which was what exactly my he ar t is so enticingly set on.

"aye like, what do

you wanna BE?"

--toddler wise, i was soo set on being a vet. loving animals my entire life, it would most certainly fufill me to comprehensively help them, medically. however;in the midst of this introspective warfare, my more--argumentive, if you will--side starts ticking the hands of my, career wise, clock.

LAW: "you need to be a lawyer sarra, you don't give up."

yes, indeed, i said. it's true i'm not the most compromising of hearts. and i do tend to apply that whole my way or the highway outlook to everyday motives but...*yawns*...surprisingly, being an everyday vigilante, or latina elle woods doesn't quite excite my motivational atrocities as much as i fathomed it would.

consequently, my path seeking struggle continues.

alas, leave it to me to not search for a career that is--most literally--right under my nose.

late night convo's with my most dear of confidants leads to this.

"dude sarra, you're like really good at writing, you should be a writer"

essays, papers, notes, most recently--blogging. god has so graciously endowed me with this innate predilection for words. hunger to embellish the walls of my otherwise mundane surrounding with this tasteful plethora of vocab ul ar y.

magazines--i read through them at increasing rates, have an impressive, if i do say so myself, collection of them.

-oh, how'd i'd love to be the crux of that. dishing music, fashion, happenings, nothings. p u r e b l i s s.

newspapers--acrimonious war articles leave me well near s pe ec hl es s. inspire me, political, economical, social warfare calls for me.

that is what i want--i will struggle no more.

a WRITER .

s i m p l y. use what god so delicately placed in me.

i want to provocatively inspire.