During my sophomore year of college, I was forced to make a huge decision in my life: finally picking my major. Now, I know what you're probably thinking: why would you go to college without having some type of major in mind? Well, the thing is I thought I'd figure it out when I got there. You see, I've always believed in figuring things out as I go. I wanted to try and avoid putting too much pressure on myself to make a life-altering decision that I might regret simply because I have changed as a person as time went on. Before going to college, I thought about so many majors: psychology, business, criminal justice, and so on, and what my best option would be. However, after much reconsideration, I finally decided on a major that would be perfect for me: English.

Ever since I was young, I always loved to write and read. I've always been fascinated with words and becoming immersed in other worlds while getting in the minds of the characters I grew to love both as a child and as a young adult. This interest eventually turned into a passion, and while I was exploring other interests, my mind always went back to writing. I remember writing tons of stories (well, mainly ideas for stories) as a child and being so excited to be able to write stories that I hoped would be as good as the stories I always loved. After sharing these stories with those closest to me, I was also excited by the praise I was receiving for my writing. From that point on, I always thought that writing was one of my best skills and knew that if I wanted to continue to be a good writer, I would need to keep writing.

There was one problem, though. When I was no longer obligated to write papers during the semester, I wound up taking a break from writing. However, this break from writing became a lot longer than I wanted it to be, mainly because I didn't have the inspiration to continue writing. Or at least that's what I told myself. I began to have doubts and wondered if I could ever do anything with writing or if I should focus on something else. Anyway, while I was trying to get rid of my writer's block, I did what any aspiring writer would do: binge-watch shows on Netflix. After watching so many shows and still having writer's block, I came across one show that sounded interesting and that I've also heard some good things about "Jane the Virgin."

This show is about an aspiring young writer named Jane Villanueva who accidentally gets artificially inseminated and how she deals with this change in her life with a lot of twists, turns, and laughs that a comedy/drama would have. As I started to watch this show, I began to see some similarities between myself and Jane (mainly my younger self) when she would write whenever inspiration struck, which happened quite often. Seeing this character get so immersed in her own writing inspired me to get back into writing for fun rather than just writing papers about whatever I have to read for a class. After watching this show, I made the decision to start writing some articles for the Odyssey and began to get more ideas about what to write next. It was at that point that I realized how happy writing makes me and how I should continue doing so creatively throughout my life, not just during the semester.