Watercolor Paper, Acrylic paint, Charcoal
This is the hardest post that I have written so far. I really don't think that I am especially good at any one thing, but this week being the last week of my English classes I have been thinking about why I became an English major in the first place. Yes, I did change my major from business because I am horrible at math, but I also changed it because I thought it was weird to teach people how to manage. I feel like it is a skill that you either know or you don't.
I decided on English because I liked to read, and I didn't feel like I was able to articulate the things that I wanted to say...and perhaps choosing English as a major would help me. I'm not saying that it hasn't helped me in that aspect, but I think that it helped me realize one of my other gifts...the gift of listening. I realized that sometimes people just need someone to listen...not talk and talk and talk..but just to sit and listen and be understanding. The thing is...I like to listen. I used to wish that I was a more conversational person but I think this gift that God has given me is perfect, for me. So if you need someone to listen...I'm really good at it.