In case you haven’t looked at your calendar, it is almost March. Holy guacamole. I am one hundred percent sure that February has lasted .2 seconds. Like January lasted an eternity and February is here and gone in the blink of an eye.
So you know i have to ask…
How have you capitalized on the first two months of the new year? I want to know it all. Leave a comment and tell me all the new things you are trying or doing, the old things you started back up, even the not so great slip ups you are working through. I want it all, not because I am nosey, I just like being inspired. Although I am nosey.
Side note: My mom and dad used to call me “Ears” because I would literally hear everything they had to say., including the majority of their private conversations. I always found a way to hear them…even if it involved listening though the wall with a cup. Coincidentally, I ended up having to go to an Otolaryngologist - which is just a fancy way of saying that I had to see an ear doctor. They thought I was going to be deaf by third grade. I think it was karma getting back at me.
Back to your regularly scheduled content:
How have I capitalized on the first two months of the year? Well thanks for asking friend!
I have been writing constantly as well as working to grow my blog and write more content. Oh and I am making friends. I don’t have many friends so this is big. I am a big fan of being alone and don’t really enjoying leaving my dog which impedes the whole “having friends” thing.
Okay, now onto why I am actually typing up this blog post at 12:30 in the morning.
I genuinely don’t know how many people actually read these, but for the few of you that do, I am going to vent.
For effect, I need you to imagine that I am yelling all of the bolded words, because I am.
Writing is flipping hard. Blogging is flipping hard. And knowing you want to be more and do more but not knowing how to get there is flipping hard. (I don’t like to cuss on the blog, although you can bet your…bottom.. that I am in my head.)
I just want to be an author.
I have had this dream since I was six. I vividly remember taking two two dollar bills that my grandpa had given me to Walmart during school supply time and buying three yellow notebooks and two packs of pens and pencils. I couldn’t wait to fill the pages. There was also the period of time between age eleven through eighteen that I kept a whole slew of short stories hidden under my bed in a converse shoebox. This has literally been THE DREAM.
The issue I am having is that I WANT TO BE AN AUTHOR LIKE YESTERDAY. This process is so slow, and long, and daunting, and so unknown. Because of how long this has been a dream, I am just so impatient for it to be here now.
Unfortunately, speeding up time to get to the point where I truly am an author is not an option. so I get to trust the process and trudge forward.
That is really all the venting I had, I just needed to get it out there.