That Saturday was significant only in hindsight(事后聪明). It was 6November2010, and it was a training day for my school's new journalism team. The teacher advised me to start a blog to get into writing. Bored and in need of a project, I set up a Blogger account at home.
As I typed post after badly written post in the months that followed, my computer was filled with the beginning of novels, half-finished song lyrics(歌词), and the odd poem—things I'd Started in k a fit of teenage enthusiasm only to be let down by my lack of creativity. But somehow writing about the news and myself seemed easier. I loved finding just the right phrase to express my feelings.
It had, to say the least, not been a good year. I became increasingly lonely as my peers(同龄人) went to parties while my disability kept me at home after school. My care r of five years had just walked out of my life with no real explanation as to why. This threw me info front of the fact that I couldn't just ignore the reality of being disabled and hope everything would be fine. I was stuck trying to find a new way to approach life.
There were so many things I couldn't do——or, at least, I told myself I couldn't. But there was something that required only a computer and an idea, something that my disability couldn't make difficult as it did to everything else: I could write. After many painful years of shyness, I found I had a voice--clear,confident and mine. It wasn't long until my mind was made up: I was going to be a journalist.
Seven years later, I am. I've never been so happy that my younger self listened to the advice that turned out to matter most. Though I don't publish much on my blog these days, I still go back to it when I have something I desperately(极度地) need to say. Because no matter how long it's been, my blog still gives me the same thing it did on that very first day: somewhere to go, all of my own.
