Falling out of love

 Before I continue with my updates for my film opening, I wanted to let some emotions out. As artists, we use our emotions to create and tell stories therefore letting them out would help me in the best way possible. 

Falling in and out of love is a difficult thing to go through, but when it involves passion, the situation explodes into something much bigger. 

For my whole life, I knew I wanted to be in production, but it wasn’t until tv production at high school that I transformed into a journalist. Through my time at CBTV, I fell quickly into a love for telling other people’s stories. I had become a writer overnight, coming up with different ways to approach news stories, practicing late in my bedroom for competition, and watching youtube videos to learn more. I worked my entire high school journey to apply to UF and I ended up getting in for summer B with the Journalism school. 

This is exactly where I wanted to be. This is exactly what I loved doing. This is exactly what I should be going to school for… until it wasn’t. I didn’t care to hear the words “journalist” come out of anyone's mouth, I didn't want anything to do with it. I opened my eyes, looked around, and asked myself, do I still have a passion? Was I going to let years of hard work and success come crashing down all because I was confined to the toxic shackles that others placed on me? I had been repeatedly getting called selfish by those I look up to the most and all of a sudden I lost the need for validation. I lost the need for my work to be appreciated. I even started to not appreciate it myself. I had fallen out of love.