Thoughts on a Thursday Afternoon in Clonakilty


As I write this post I am sitting at a desk in the office of the West Cork People newspaper. I have been lucky enough to have spent the last four days working here. I have learned a lot about work life, journalism, writing, my career and life in general over the past couple of days. I’ve been lucky enough to interview inspiring and witty people. I’ve been challenged by writing about topics out of my comfort zone. I’ve worked with two very kind and hard working woman, who have been great figures to look up to over the last few days. I’ve been able to get a taste of what working as a journalist is like and I adore it. It feels so right.

Growing up is a terrifying thing. We are faced with a big mountain of decisions to make at such a young age; what college will I go to? where will I study? do I want to be a teacher? would I be good at nursing? should I follow my dreams or should I be realistic? I’ve made mistakes, I’ve given up on dreams, I’ve failed, but I’ve also achieved amazing things, found a college course I love and after my time at this wonderful newspaper I’ve found my dream career, and I am more determined than ever to make my dreams come true.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Story telling is one of the biggest parts of who I am. I’ve got tonnes and tonnes of notebooks at home full of scribbles. I write every single day, it’s part of who I am and it always has been. One of my fondest childhood memories is from my primary school days. One day my 1st class teacher, Ms Doherty brought me down to see the principle with my copy book in hand and a smile on her face. I was worried that I was going to get in big trouble, but little did I know a story that 8 year old Kat wrote had impressed my teacher so much that she just needed to tell the principle. I got a gold star and some jellies from Ms.Doherty and the principle even told my parents when they came to pick me up from school. It’s a memory I will always treasure because it’s one of the first times I realised that I have a talent. That moment made me realise that I’m good at something and most importantly it was something I loved.

We all have our talents and we should all be proud of our talents; whether it’s tap dancing, whistling movie theme songs, juggling oranges with your eyes closed or writing stories about people you pass on the street. After the past few days I’ve learned an incredibly important life lesson that we should all stick to… follow your dreams. No matter how big or how small they are you should always try your hardest to achieve your dreams. Never let people stop you from following your dreams because they do come true. I will never give up on my dream to be a professional writer, whether it’s writing young adult fiction novels, writing columns for a local newspaper, posting here on Scribbles and Shortcake or even scribbling my thoughts into a notebook. It’s a dream I will work tirelessly for and a dream that I will never give up on. Being called into the editors office and hearing my work will be printed in a newspaper is a feeling I always want to experience.

All of our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them- Walt Disney.

All my love,



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