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  Job I’d Do for Free: Writing

There are a few things in life we’d gladly do without a paycheck. For me, that thing is writing. If money were no object, if bills didn’t come knocking or food didn’t cost a dime, I’d still wake up, open a notebook or a blank document, and write. Not because it’s easy. Not because it always flows. But because writing is the job that speaks through me, not just to me.

It’s not just about putting words on a page. Writing is how I breathe on paper. It’s how I sort through thoughts that feel too big for conversation. It’s how I remember. How I dream. How I make sense of the world. Writing, to me, is both mirror and map—it shows me who I am and where I’m going.

I’ve done other jobs—some paid well, some paid decently, some barely paid at all. But none gave me the kind of internal reward that writing does. The kind where time dissolves and I forget to check my phone, forget to eat, forget to do anything but keep chasing the next sentence.

Some people write for recognition, for followers, or for publication. And while those things are nice, they aren’t the core reason I write. I’d write if no one read a word. I’d write in secret notebooks and tuck them under my bed. I’d write in the sand and let the waves wash it away. I’d write because the act of it brings me home to myself.

So if you ask me what job I’d do for free—it’s this. Writing. Not because it doesn’t have value, but because it’s priceless.

And when something feels that true, that necessary, you don’t wait for permission or payment. You just write.

Until next time…