I am not sure what I have gotten myself into. At 35, I have completely changed my life. I am currently in school at University of Texas at Dallas with a double major of Literary Studies and Art and Performance. I am a writer. It is what I do, what I know.
And yet, I feel as if I know nothing about it. Every time I walk into a class and see all of those bright-eyed twenty somethings, I want to turn around and walk back out. But, I don’t. I just walk in and fight the urge to smack all the prepubescent kids in the backs of their head.
You know what though? I have tried everything I can to do anything (and I mean anything) other than realize that my plan in life, my goal, what makes me happy is to write. And so, here I am at 35 fighting the urge to not smack around the kids that were smart enough to realize what it is that will make them happy early in life.
Oh well, at least I have a lot more life experience to pull from for my writing projects. Take that, you young gun. Oh, and by the way, pull your freakin’ pants up. Nobody wants to see that.