So. Writing. Writing writing writing. Wriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiting.
I have to make some decisions.
I want to write so badly. I want to be that person who writes things that inspire people to see the world in a new and better way. I want to write but I work and eat and sleep and invest in kids’ lives and give piano lessons and cook and go hung and fishing and watch tv and so many other things and I’m so tired at the end of the day that I don’t even know how to get back into my projects.
But they are all still there, living in my head, begging to be told and shared. I think of that moment when I knew I wanted to share these stories, sitting in a plaza in Toledo, Spain, across from the centuries old cathedral, watching people and thinking about the dream I had the night before that was so vivid and colorful and full of promise. But now I live in a place that is just as beautiful and complex and interesting, but I am so occupied with working and my boss wants me to get my teaching license which means taking education classes and going in a completely different direction and investing time in something that, even if I am great at it, I really don’t want to be my lifetime career.
Also my life is falling apart a little right now, but that’s a different story.
I just have no answers and I don’t know anything anymore. All the philosophers would say that is a good start but philosophers were all silly. Smart, and right about things, but stuck in their heads. So, no answers means no answers and no answers.
Any suggestions? Or words of wisdom?
My friends made me a blanket fort to help a little…and let’s be honest, blanket forts are always awesome.