The Future. It's a rather grandiose title for a blog read by next to no one. But considering my mental mindset at present, it seems the best place for me to map out some semblance of a plan.
I have had a succession of roles recently that have not lead me down any particular path. They have offered me an income, something not to be sneered at, but ultimately have not given me any job satisfaction. There is an old adage that you will never work a day in your life if you do something you love, and whilst I don't believe that in its entirety, there must be some truth to it.
Over the past couple of years, this blog has taken on multiple purposes. At first, it was an outlet during the first COVID lockdown and a place for me to share my passion for the collection of football shirts amongst whimsical tales of my life supporting Arsenal. I've written about previous matches, conducted match reports and even offered away-day previews to share experiences of a match-going supporter.
Ironically though, it was a piece about my mental health with absolutely no connection to football that received the most traction, perhaps highlighting a different facet to my writing that I had previously disregarded. Nevertheless, my desire to write following that post drifted, and like has happened on so many previous attempts when trying to ignite my writing career, I stopped finding the time to jot down my thoughts.
As a journalism graduate, there is no doubt that I am well-trained in the art. However, it takes a certain dedication to continually commit to writing with no obvious professional or monetary gain. Like many, I have often dreamt of writing or reporting as a profession, but unlike many, I am actually trained in that very subject area, educationally speaking.
Now, currently I find myself in somewhat of a pickle. I'm very much at a crossroads in terms of my career and as has been highlighted in my previous posts, I've also not been very well for quite sometime. But things have got to change at some point, so why not now?
When breaking my life down into things I love, it becomes very straightforward. I love my family and friends, but it's very difficult to turn that into a job. My dog is also awesome, but again, she is not in a position to pay me for said love, annoyingly. Then there is football and Arsenal; two intrinsically linked areas of my life that I would give my left arm, and possibly more, to turn into a career of some variety.
So Tom, you've told us that you like and are trained to write, you love football, so why not write about football!? That's a noble suggestion!
So let's analyse this properly. The drawbacks; it's an incredibly competitive market that is completely saturated by toot due to the influx of social media personalities who quite simply sell themselves as opposed to what they actually write. The upshot; it's really fun to do and could give me the sort of career that might genuinely make me happy.
So with this in mind, I'm going to give it a go. I'm going to write stuff as often as I can and flood this website with content. It might be opinion pieces, match reports, previews, or anything else that pops into my head. It might not lead anywhere, but I think it's worth a go.
It's time to take some ownership of my life and take the first steps to recovery. The past has gone, it's time to focus on moving forwards.