I've found that as I get older, it is harder for me to make decisions. I'm sure some of you can relate to this phenomenon, correct? I have never been one to confidently decide on things that could directly affect my life. How do I know that's what the fates have decided for me? What if what I choose was all wrong, and it sets me back years of greatness? I know this must be shocking coming from Naomi Bridgecomb, but it's true. Perhaps I've merely caught spring fever. Perhaps it's because my birthday has just recently passed and I have officially hit thirty plus some. Either way, I've recently begun exploring my inner self, a process that never seems to end because people are always adapting, always changing. A seventeen year old Naomi Bridgecomb is much different than a current day one. I daresay I was more audacious back in those days, when I was just completing my Hogwarts education. For a very brief time, I thought I wanted to train dragons. It took a good portion of my hair being seared off for me to realize that it wasn't the correct career path for me after all. This fickleness when it comes to decision making isn't a new trait, as you can tell.

In a few moments of darkness these past couple of weeks, I began to rethink my career path again. Journalism is a messy business. You don't always make friends; in fact, I can count on one hand the amount of friends I have made due to my career choice. It's much easier to make enemies for me, given a journalist's need to seek out the truth – no matter what the cost. But what did that leave me with? A woman such as myself would not do well in politics. However, I do maintain that I would be a great politician's wife. Teaching at Hogwarts is out because I simply cannot fathom teaching children day in and day out. Could you see that, my dear readers? It paints a quite comical picture, if I do say so myself. The list of rejected careers goes on: a barmaid, broom maker, seamstress, Knight Bus driver... Nothing seems to fit me as journalism, as writing, does.

I suppose that I've come full circle in my realizations. I went through every possible career at least twice, and didn't even bother to hover over one or another. None of them has the appeal, the pull, that journalism has. So what if people don't like me? I'm fabulous, and I certainly didn't pick up my career to make friends. I think I've come to the conclusion that just because I've become momentarily disenchanted with my chosen path, it doesn't mean that I should scrap it up for a new one. I must find a way to forge another spark in another way. I've decided to go out into the field more. To fully immerse myself into my work. Perhaps I'll follow in the rather large footsteps of Rita Skeeter and write some books. Biographies can be fun, right? My dear readers, I'm making a comeback, and I do hope you take notice. Expect great things from me.