After sending out about 30 resumes and following up religiously, I’ve recently been accepted for a part-time writing internship! Thankfully, it pays, because these days, every dollar counts. Most importantly, I’ll be writing articles that will be published online, get my own byline, and be working with an editor to improve my writing skills. I’ll finally be able to create a writing portfolio. I feel a thrill akin to that felt by the aspiring actress who lands her first one liner on a TV show.

There’s only one thing marring the happiness of finding a position from which to springboard my writing career, that little voice in the back of my head murmuring that with my college degree and my work experience, I should be making more money. The bottom-line is that I have to keep reminding myself that although there’s nothing glamorous in being where I am now, sometimes people have to give up a little to get where they want to go. The act of pursuing my passion as a writer despite the lack of monetary reward is equivalent to the gutsy act of someone who’ll hop on a greyhound bus heading out to Hollywood to chase after their dreams.

In the meantime, in accordance with my new role as an aspiring writer, and to keep a positive monthly bank balance, I plan to apply as a part-time waitress at a restaurant nearby. When it comes to going after your goals, I feel like I’m starting to have more in common with that aspiring actress than ever before, and lately, I feel like that isn’t such a back thing.