It's time to figure out what I'm doing. I've thought of this for many years, before I was even old enough to be able to do anything on my own, and, while I've had some ups and downs, I haven't deviated too much from my goal. A lot of my life is a result of fate and a lot of it resulted from my efforts and direction.
I've always wanted to experience as much of life as possible. When I was younger I'd always hear from people that made good lives for themselves yet always talked about wanting to do this or that but never having the time to do so; they got married, had kids and time got away from them.
Writing is one of the few things in my life that is a constant and something I'm sure I'll do until I'm too old to do anything. I shaped my life around it. My degree in school was chosen not to get a job but to learn how to write better and form a career around that.
Since then my life has taken me around the country, I've seen a lot of things, been to a lot of places and have more than enough experience to fill a dozen books. Jobs are fairly easy to come by and I see them for what they are; a means to an end. Each one pays and each one offers more life experience. I used to see them as a stepping stone to a better job but now I know I'm meant to live this kind of life. I'm a dilligent worker and excel at most everything I do but I don't want to spend my life doing anything that I find pointless.
There have been times I've wanted a wife, a family and a home but those things (thankfully) eluded me. I'm not meant to have them because I could never accomplish what I want if I was a father or a husband.
I've come close. In relationships I'm devoted, attentive and giving, as I am to my writing but I can't give enough attention to both to allow them to succeed. I'm choosing the life I've had, the one that keeps me writing and learning. I don't ever want to settle down, no matter how tempting it may seem.