This wasn't an uncommon occurrence; I helped my brother write most of his papers throughout middle and high school and wrote all of his college entrance essays where he applied. This wasn't cheating. I never came up with anything on my own: I was just able to interpret all of his creative thoughts into prose. I still help him out every now and then, as showcased in the most recent tag team. It's never hard, and I usually find it really exciting and relaxing. When I finished his last request and he texted me to let me know everything was a-okay, an idea dawned on me:
What if I did this for a living?
What if I offered my services as an etymological interpreter of ideas? Is that even a real job? I'm not quite sure, but it sounds like something I would be perfectly happy doing. My internship and my undergraduate career will be complete this coming May, and I need to figure out what I'm going to do with my life after that. I feel like I'm stumbling upon something that could be definite possibility. I just need to figure out where to start with something like this.
On a completely unrelated note, I tried to take a picture of me wearing the new shirt my mom bought after work yesterday. I didn't really capture the shirt very well, but I think I got something better: a sun flare. Ever since I read an article on A Beautiful Mess about sun flares a year or so ago, I've always wanted to capture one. I've never been able to until I accidentally got one on my phone's camera. The pure definition of a happy accident!
Peace & Love

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