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Rachel Katz's avatar

I deeply love this question and this answer.

When I was twenty-eight I was at the tail end of writing a book. I knew I loved writing, and I had done some academic research in my early twenties that I thought would make a good book topic. I spent five years writing and rewriting the book; I submitted it to 80 agents and got two offers, I was high on my early success.

But the book wasn't...good. It wasn't good to *me.* It was an opportunistic book, something I pushed myself to write in order to become a Published Author. That act of writing it was miserable, jammed into corners around my other career and always approached with dread.

When my agent finally sent out the manuscript was roundly rejected by every publisher. After mourning the failure for over a year, a therapist recommended that I print the manuscript, gift wrap it, and put it on a shelf. That little package with a bow on top has followed me through three moves and still lives in my closet.

It took me another five years to start writing things I actually believe in, which turns out, like Heather, to be deeply personal essays. It feels totally different, in my body. Sure, I'm not always psyched to sit down and write, but overall my projects now have a warm, glowing aura versus existing as dark holes of struggle.

So basically, I agree wholeheartedly: pushing yourself even harder at something that isn't a fit with *you* will inevitably lead to a dead end.

I also love the characterization of 28 years old: "a very difficult age for someone like you, whose expectations are sky high even though you haven’t done anything that you value much yet." So true 😂

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SCthesecond's avatar

This is a pretty random comment but: ain’t nothing wrong with being a real estate agent, if that’s what you want to do!

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