Wide open spaces

So today I did it. I changed my major. And I really feel like I was standing in a long hallway, and all of a sudden thousands of hidden doors just opened up for me. Magazine jouranlism really offers me so much more freedom than broadcast does; I could write in the office or I could freelance, I could travel, I could write about more or less anything my little heart desires.

I still have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, as a career I mean, but that's okay. I have time. The important thing is that I have my mobility; the thought of being tied down and trapped is enough to give me panic attacks (which brings us into a whole other realm of irony that I don't even want to begin to address, not right now, anyway).

My advisor told me I should figure out what I like to write about and start doing it. So I can decide if I want to write for news (probably not), or fashion (hmm), or something else (ding ding ding). I really am leaning towards a critic...after all, I already do it constantly. Why not get paid for it? I'd have to take lit and music and film courses, because I'm too picky to be a food critic. But books and music and movies...I could really immerse myself in that kind of thing.

Most of what I write about, even in my private blogs and journals, is at least somewhat introspective/philosophical. I know there are probably very few (if any) magazines out there like that, but I can handle that. I just want to make people stop and think. I want to have an impact on peoples' lives, no matter how small. If any of you have ever read even one of my posts and stopped for a second and thought, "Wow, she may have a point there. I never thought about it that way," then this entire blog is a success. I don't need fame, I don't need fortune. I just need to be able to reach out and touch something.