I enjoy writing and someday plan to write a book – maybe. However, all writing is not my favorite. When I first started college immediately after high school, my teachers dissuaded me from trying to be the next WilliWear or Chanel so that I could use my other gift – writing. However, the directive to focus on writing didn’t come with any other instructions. As I attempted to narrow down the question of what are you going to do with your life, I was able to recognize my preferred writing style – subjective. I’ve picked up copies of The Wall Street Journal just so that I could read the human interest stories that are also featured on the front page (or at least they were). Once I finished reading the article, I would close the paper and put it away. My interest has always been in people and their subjective experience of life. Hard numbers hold an interest as well, but if I read about X number of people who suffer from ABC condition, my curiosity would lead me to want to know about an individual person’s experience of ABC condition. Knowing the number of people who share this condition is of secondary interest. Ultimately, my curiosity leads the way in many situations. Turning down random streets to see where it leads. Seeing people while out and wondering what kind of life they lead because of some random detail I noticed in passing. It’s all subjective. Yet, ever so often, when compelled or forced to, I can write something far more objective, filled with numbers and statistics. Just know that behind the numbers and statistics lies some subjective story along whose path I may have already meandered.