Dreams

I have always been an advocate of following your dreams, that nothing is impossible and the only thing holding you back is yourself. Well, today I realized that despite all that I have been neglecting to follow my own dream. Since I was in first grade I've wanted to be a writer. Though that has been replaced as my career path, the love of writing is still there, and I am afraid that over the last few years I have come to neglect and eventually forget that love, to just put it aside as something I didn't have time for. But earlier today I was talking to my friend Lea Heil over facebook, and she was telling me about her book. She has written a book, a whole, legitimate book, and it is going to be published. She was telling me that she has to change some of the characters and add an extension onto the book even though she finished the story weeks ago. I told her that she was living out my childhood dream, and she responded by telling me it's never too late to write a book and shared this quote from Douglas Adams," Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a blank piece of paper until your forehead bleeds." While I know it really much more difficult than that quote makes it sound, her encouragement revealed to me my own hypocrisy. If years from now I regret never acting on my dream, I will have no one to blame but myself. I'm considering starting something. The characters and plot lines are beginning to form in my head in that familiar way that never quite makes it onto a page. I'm hoping this time in does.