Dreams

A blank page...that's where it all begins. What possesses a writer to fill a page with a story, tale, opinion? For me, it's a dream I've never had the courage to pursue.

Dreams are a wondrous thing. I've wanted to be many things in my 30 odd years. Among them were astronaut, teacher, financial planner, American Sign Language interpreter. Above all else though, I wanted to be a writer. What have I done with this dream?- nothing!!! Instead of putting my heart and soul into a dream that I could fail at, I've chosen other activities I know I can do.


I KNOW I can knit. I'm a self taught knitter, and I really enjoy it. Knitting is a very practical and relaxing activity, and I am a very practical girl. Once I found a market to sell my knitwears in, I enjoyed it even more (for along with practical, I'm also very cheap and like to save money).


I'm pretty good at organizing groups. I host a dinner making party every couple months where I do all the shopping and planning. My friends get to gather, assemble their dinners and stick them in the freezer for later.

Where has this left my "writing voice" as my husband calls it? Still too scared to fully step out and try, but I'm edging closer. A couple years ago I submitted a story to MOPS and was rejected. I felt like that satisfied my need to make an effort. I'm not sure where I stand on that issue now. I feel there is something out there for me, but it hasn't presented itself yet. In the meantime, I'm going to keep blogging, keep knitting, keep creating, and keep enjoying the life that I am blessed to have.