I had a conversation with my sister this evening…via text…& we were talking about work. I asked her what her dream job would be & was #blownaway. What phenomenal ideas she has!…& yet no obvious means to make them come true. She is profusely creative…it would be a crying shame for her to never realize her dreams. What would it take for her to make it happen? I have to wonder what this world would be like if we all had the chance to do what really lights us up.
I want to be a writer. What would it take? Time. A clear head. Space to think…to imagine. Did I mention time? My current season of life does not afford me the hours I long for to spin words into literary pictures. I actually fear that I will be like Grandma Moses, & be 80 years old before I publish something. Her story is quite inspiring to me, but gosh, I don’t wanna wait 22 more years before I get to do the thing.
Could 5 minutes a day suffice for now? Would it be worth it to capture a few random thoughts a day & toss them into this space just for the fun & practice of it? Reckon what would happen if I did just that? Let’s find out…
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