I write for a living. I interview people, do my own research and then arrange pixels into words on the screen — and I get paid to do it. My eighth grade self would have called this a dream job.
I used to write for fun. I played around with poetry, kept a journal and dabbled unsuccesfully in songwriting. I even had a blog while I studied abroad, although I think it had all of 10 readers on a good day, and half of them were related to me.
Something funny happens when they pay you to do what you love. Something about putting a dollar amount on passion. When you come home, you want to do anything but what you spend the majority of your workweek doing. I wonder if this happens to musicians, who spend 10 years practicing to land a gig with a major symphony. When the principal oboeist comes home from work, does she pick up her instrument for pleasure? Does the major league baseball player toss the ball around with his kid, or does he suggest something different?
I’m one of the lucky few. In a world where trash needs to be collected, toilets need to be scrubbed and french fries need to be dipped in hot oil, I get to earn a paycheck doing work that, at least at some point in my life, I would have done for free. I still do love writing and admire a beautiful turn of phrase, I just had little patience or interest for it outside of my 8-to-5.
Until now …
I’m in my mid-20s. Plenty is going on in my life that I want to remember, plenty of events — both unusual and mundane — that I want to hold onto. My husband is in medical school and applying for the National Health Service Corps (NHSC) scholarship, which will pay back his medical school loans in exchange for working in an underserved area for three years.
One thing I’ve found as we embark on the doctor education process is that there’s little support for medical students’ spouses. I know there are thousands of medical wives and husbands out there, struggling through lonely nights and weekends filled with studying.
Maybe this blog will provide some comfort, laughter and reassurance for them. Maybe this will never be more than a record for myself. Either way, I’m OK with that. If you do happen to read this, please leave me a comment and let me know what you think.