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There's a certain thrill to seeing your name printed next to something you've done. It's a whole different thrill entirely to see you name appear in the midst of a foreign language. Earlier today I was emailed a .pdf file of the magazine I wrote a few articles for several weeks ago. The actual magazine won’t be out for a little bit yet, but I get to see an advance copy because I’m special. Though I couldn’t really read my articles because… well the old saying “I’m my own worst critic” applies double to me and I can’t stand reading anything I’ve written once it’s set in stone. However, I also received a copy of the magazine’s German translation and that was fun to look through. I guess I’m still getting used to having a “real” job because it’s weird for me to think that something I wrote was important enough to be translated into another language. I have yet to wrap my mind around the fact that I can, in all honesty, say that I’m a writer. All through college people would ask me what I was going to do with an English major. Turns out, write for a German magazine, ha!