Where The Wind Blows

I still have that little dream of mine of moving to New York City, but I've also been doing some research and found a really great Journalism program at a university in Halifax. I've never been there and its still quite far from home, but I seem to have good luck when moving to foreign places. 
The question remains unanswered, no matter how many conversations I have with my closest friends, no matter how many times I sit myself down on a bench and think about it, no matter what I do, I still just don't know.
I was with my friend Kelsey yesterday who is in a very similar position, and it makes me feel a lot better knowing that I'm not the only one going through this. Not that I want someone I love to be confused, but it helps knowing that I'm not alone.
I read a really interesting article that my favourite author Elizabeth Gilbert wrote. She wrote it giving advice to aspiring writer's, and one of the most interesting things in it was the following:

I have a friend who’s an Italian filmmaker of great artistic sensibility. After years of struggling to get his films made, he sent an anguished letter to his hero, the brilliant (and perhaps half-insane) German filmmaker Werner Herzog. My friend complained about how difficult it is these days to be an independent filmmaker, how hard it is to find government arts grants, how the audiences have all been ruined by Hollywood and how the world has lost its taste…etc, etc. Herzog wrote back a personal letter to my friend that essentially ran along these lines: “Quit your complaining. It’s not the world’s fault that you wanted to be an artist. It’s not the world’s job to enjoy the films you make, and it’s certainly not the world’s obligation to pay for your dreams. Nobody wants to hear it. Steal a camera if you have to, but stop whining and get back to work.” I repeat those words back to myself whenever I start to feel resentful, entitled, competitive or unappreciated with regard to my writing: “It’s not the world’s fault that you want to be an artist…now get back to work.” 

So, I'm going to take that advice. It's not the world's fault that you wanted to be an artist. Get 

back to work.

Neither Oprah Winfrey or Elizabeth Gilbert, two of my favourite human figures on the face of the earth, had connections that got them where they are today. They did everything on their own accord despite their own failures, rejections, and demotions. In fact, those 'failures' where part of the path that lead them to where they are today. Which gives me hope every time I get confused about my own life path.
Another thing that Oprah once said was to let your passion drive your profession, and then that way, every paycheck is just a bonus for something you love.
Something that gives me great reassurance about my career as a writer is that writing isn't like ballet, where you have to stop at a certain age. As a writer, you actually grow better at what you do. So really... What do I have to lose? Time?