(This photo is completely irrelevant to the following post but it's one of my favourite pictures and I do not own it. But to whoever does thank you so much.)
I have dreams of strolling into a bookshop and seeing my own book on a shelf. Just as when I see To Kill a Mockingbird now, I wish to lift the book from its temporary home and flick through its pages. My heart will feel light and my being will be warmed as if catching up with a beloved old friend.
I have so many ideas. My mind explores its never ending vastness on a daily basis. I have potential and an ever expanding vocabulary. But it just isn't working out. I write every day. But where is my book? Where are my short stories? They've become lost in a sea of boredom, Instagram and early mornings.
I browse tumblr every day and see creative thinkers. My entirety is overcome with jealousy when I see a beautiful hand made piece of art, the talent it takes to make that is something I hate because I don't posses it. I live in a near constant feeling of inability and talentlessness.
Laziness has too much to do with how I feel. I don't exactly come from a pro active family so really going after what I want wasn't really a thing when I was young, and this is a mindset that has been carried on into my young adulthood.
So this is a post about how I'm going to go after what I want a little more. I'm not gonna pretend I'll be marching into a bookshop demanding a job, I'll be keeping it more tame but even tamely going after what I want will bring more things my way. I'm making a list in my mind of what I'd like to do so that will be tomorrow's WEDS but for now this is my post.
Follow my social media pleeeeaaasse.
