I was born an artist, a dancer, a believer, a singer, but most of all I was born a writer. I draw and paint and create, but it is only within my words can I truly escape.
I bury myself in my books, dreaming of passion that can only be written, and tales that can only be dreamed of. This is my escape.
My drive is my dream, my motivations come from my readers, and my inspiration is purely within my imagination. I sleep, wake, and breathe my stories. This, is my escape.
It’s come down to the point where I have to decide. I’m 26 years old and I want a lot of things for my life but in reality I have to pick something, one thing, that I want to do the most and go with it. Do I want to own a book store? Do I want to fight crime in a lab? Do I want to be a wedding coordinator? Do I want to be a Journalist? Do I want to write novels? These are the things that I’ve wanted to do with my life and for the last few years I’ve been struggling with this decision. Some people say, “Do them all!” and I just look at them like they’re crazy. One can’t fight crime and be a wedding coordinator or own a book store while fighting crime. Some of them mix and some really don’t. In all truth I want ONE thing. I’ve decided I’m going to hop back on the wagon and do my best to finish my book. I’ve been working on it for 3 years and it hasn’t gone as far as I’d like. Mostly due to the fact that I work in retail 50-70 hours a week and am exhausted when I get home. So much so that my blog has fallen into a deep pit in which I would like to start filling in and bringing it back to life.
I’ve made my choice to write. My husband is backing my decision and will be reminding me to write every day again. If not on my book then on my blog. Only I can allow myself to fail and I can only blame myself if I do. So here it goes, the choice is mine. Wish me luck.