Dreamer
Today
is the first day of the rest of my life. Writing…being a writer, has
been a dream of mine since I was old enough to be asked, “What do you do
for a living?” I have always wanted to say, I’m a writer, or, I’m an
author, or I’m a journalist — I interview people for a living. I love
hearing peoples stories, history, ambitions, sorrows, happiness, I love
it all. My belief is, everyone has an inspirational story that will
impact someone else’s life for the better - a life lesson if you will.
For
example, I’ve spent the last 7 years in and out of people’s homes
selling home improvements (boy, do I regret not writing their stories
down!). The best information I discovered, was how to live a quality
life and be ‘old’ at the same time. Really old! Like 98 and 101! A
quality life has three things in common:
1) relaxation/low-key attitude
2) a glass of red wine or two a day/no more than that
3) golf.
1) relaxation/low-key attitude
2) a glass of red wine or two a day/no more than that
3) golf.
You’d
think after gathering this information over the years, I’d be relaxing
more, practicing an attitude of ‘no worries’, limiting my wine
consumption and playing more golf. Right! Much like saying I’m a writer,
an author, or a journalist.
“Dreamer”,
that’s what I’ve been called. Which, in many cases is a soft insult too
as in “why aren’t you doing what you love?”. And the insult is
deserved! What keeps us from our dreams? When I lay my head on the
pillow at night I ask myself, “Did I have a good day?” If the answer is
yes, I sleep well and don’t feel bad about living my dream. If the
answer is no, then I beat myself up for not following what I’d like my
life to look like. Then I wake up, and start all over again…
Then I Woke Up!
One
day, I was typing an ad for my partner to help his business and his
dream. Not that it hasn’t hit me before, but it really hit me that
particular day. Why am I doing this for him and not myself? What the
heck? My story used to be: I coulda, I shoulda, I woulda _________, fill
in the blank. You heard the statement, “always a bridesmaid, never the
bride”. There you have it! My life consisted of always helping others
while abandoning my own dreams, or only getting them half done, or
running from success as it started to appear. Not today, not anymore.
This may be my first writing to be published on social media for the
world to see, but it won’t be my last.
Today, I can say, “I’m a writer.” Feels pretty good, and I’m scared as hell!
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