What’s the word?

I end up talking about the same things often. Being useful to others. Being an afterthought. Not being seen or heard. Having to explain to be misunderstood and ostracized.

While I want to continue to focus on writing those things as a process of understanding the situation, I also want to spend more time writing to dream. To expand my world. To create a different story.

I used to love writing short stories, opinion essays, jokes and new catchphrases, songs and poems. Whatever I could write- I would. I actually thought I was going to be a singer/songwriter when I was a kid. That’s how serious it was. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve had less time to spend on imagination. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a natural dreamer, but the demands and wear and tear of everyday life can distract me from the need to create.

I want some magic, some whimsy, some joy, and I will make my way back to it!

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