Ethereal. Wanderlust. Hippie. Stoner. Lover. Fighter. Dreamer.
I am deducting this month to love. I’ll be writing, reading, painting, going on adventures and only participating in things I’m legally obligated to or want to do. I’m going to make this one of the best months of the year. I’m reading One Size Does Not Fit All by Nikhil Goyal, which is inspiring me to pursue my dreams.
I’ve got my head in the clouds thinking about the end of this semester. I’m going to be able to “test run” being an author the way I want it to be. I can completely ignore the time on the clock. Eat when I’m hungry, not when I should. Sleep when I’m tired, not when I’m supposed to. Write when I feel inspired. Explore when I’m in the mood. Life will be mine to shape into exactly what I want it to be.
Guys. I think I’m into something. *wide eyes* I think I’ve realized my dream. I want to be an author/ stay at home mom. Duh. I feel so silly for not knowing this sooner! This is all I’ve ever wanted. It’s perfect. So perfect. Now who wants to marry me so this can happen?
Currently accepting applications. ;)
I think that I’m finally starting to like writing again. I was burnt out after NaNoWriMo 2011… but now I think I’m ready to start writing again. This time, it will be a more steady pace and not just going straight from nothing to a novel and back to nothing again. I know my writing ability has gotten worse that it used to be.. but I think my mental place is starting to settle again. I think like a writer. There are stories in my head. I see things so clearly, I forget what’s real or not. I used to think that this was a problem.. but now I think it could just mean that I am a writer. I would love to start writing again. I hope I can get into a steady habit of writing daily and actually finishing a story or poem or something. I don’t know what I want to do, but I know that I want to write.