It's my Friday today and technically the last morning of Lent. Did you hear that..let me say that again, it is technically the last day of Lent! We made it! That 40 days seemed like nothing at all, like a real breeze. But I'm officially ending Borrow Season tomorrow morning I think, just to end it on a Thursday seems unfair to all of us.
I have been thinking hard about what I "want to be when I grow up" for the better part of my life and somewhere in there I grew up. :/ Lets take a quick look at some of the things I have wanted to be over the years.
- a teacher
-a professor
-a ghostwriter
-a "Lazy Chef" aka all the recipes you could make with cereal and snack foods. #DontJudgeMe
-start a crazy non profit with some of my even crazier friends.
- be a lawyer that never saw the courtroom, only did research
-be a children's author of books about trauma (parental incarceration, group homes, behavioral hospitals, sibling deaths)
-a pastry chef
-Author of a book
-Every year on my birthday I say I will write a book
So far I'm going to say that I have at least tried most of these, if we are gonna get real. A teacher, just not in a classroom. I have ghostwritten for most of the people that know me in some form or another. I am the Lazy Chef, I have one recipe :Pick a cereal, pick a bowl, add milk, add cereal and ENJOY! Feel free to use that recipe when you get a chance. I wrote a pretty dope, unpublished, children's book about adoption. I also wrote a book of memories that I wasn't sure were real or not- also unpublished and now lost somewhere. I can actually bake, thanks to my Dad who spent countless hours letting me bake and re-bake cakes until they were great. You see where this is going?
A lot of those dreams were started and never finished. Started and stopped right where it got to the point where other people's opinions would weigh in. What if I wrote a book and no one read it? What if no one bought my book? Always with the what if! But today, I got up, felt shit and needed to take a bit to restart my day. I spent that time trying to think about what I WANT to do with my writing. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life saying "Man, it would've been cool to write that book"? I hope not! I know not!
I am hereby declaring that I will a) keep this blog going in some undecided form (to be announced tomorrow) and b) I'm gonna write that damn book! Topic to be announced at a later date! What is the worst that could happen? I think I have already put myself out there enough to not feel so worried about a small problem of money. I write because I love it, not because I get paid. I write because it frees me in a way only reading and music do. I think maybe my heart pumps words and not blood into my body because I am overflowing with them. It's a beautiful blessing and I hope to share that with you soon.
What did you want to be when you were little? What happened? Dreams are great to dream, but some of them we can turn into reality. Follow your dream, follow your heart. PS: Try not to quit your job while you're sitting at your desk all inspired and pumped up! #BorrowSeasonBuddies #CurrentBlogWriter #FutureBookAuthor
I have been thinking hard about what I "want to be when I grow up" for the better part of my life and somewhere in there I grew up. :/ Lets take a quick look at some of the things I have wanted to be over the years.
- a teacher
-a professor
-a ghostwriter
-a "Lazy Chef" aka all the recipes you could make with cereal and snack foods. #DontJudgeMe
-start a crazy non profit with some of my even crazier friends.
- be a lawyer that never saw the courtroom, only did research
-be a children's author of books about trauma (parental incarceration, group homes, behavioral hospitals, sibling deaths)
-a pastry chef
-Author of a book
-Every year on my birthday I say I will write a book
So far I'm going to say that I have at least tried most of these, if we are gonna get real. A teacher, just not in a classroom. I have ghostwritten for most of the people that know me in some form or another. I am the Lazy Chef, I have one recipe :Pick a cereal, pick a bowl, add milk, add cereal and ENJOY! Feel free to use that recipe when you get a chance. I wrote a pretty dope, unpublished, children's book about adoption. I also wrote a book of memories that I wasn't sure were real or not- also unpublished and now lost somewhere. I can actually bake, thanks to my Dad who spent countless hours letting me bake and re-bake cakes until they were great. You see where this is going?
A lot of those dreams were started and never finished. Started and stopped right where it got to the point where other people's opinions would weigh in. What if I wrote a book and no one read it? What if no one bought my book? Always with the what if! But today, I got up, felt shit and needed to take a bit to restart my day. I spent that time trying to think about what I WANT to do with my writing. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life saying "Man, it would've been cool to write that book"? I hope not! I know not!
I am hereby declaring that I will a) keep this blog going in some undecided form (to be announced tomorrow) and b) I'm gonna write that damn book! Topic to be announced at a later date! What is the worst that could happen? I think I have already put myself out there enough to not feel so worried about a small problem of money. I write because I love it, not because I get paid. I write because it frees me in a way only reading and music do. I think maybe my heart pumps words and not blood into my body because I am overflowing with them. It's a beautiful blessing and I hope to share that with you soon.
What did you want to be when you were little? What happened? Dreams are great to dream, but some of them we can turn into reality. Follow your dream, follow your heart. PS: Try not to quit your job while you're sitting at your desk all inspired and pumped up! #BorrowSeasonBuddies #CurrentBlogWriter #FutureBookAuthor
"I went to my mother who gave me this book called Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke. He’s a fabulous writer. A fellow used to write to him and say: I want to be a writer, please read my stuff. And Rilke says to this guy, don’t ask me about being a writer. If when you wake up in the morning you can think of nothing but writing, then you’re a writer." I paraphrased to my own liking lol
Some of the things I have said in this blog have been so honest it hurt to read after. I'm proud to be that bold!