Wow, I can't believe it's been a year since I last posted. I guess I didn't do very well in my quest to try to stay on task with this blog. With Samhain approaching, perhaps this could be one of my goals for this next year.
Like the seasons of the year, there has been many changes in my life; a relocation, a change in a career path, and a new found commitment.
We VERY recently moved from my cute little hometown to a corner in hell. Ha! Not really, but it definitely has been hot in this new town we are now calling home. It's funny, I never, ever wanted to move to Texas, but here we are...in Texas. It goes to show that you must always watch your words. Texas seamed to consistently come up in possibilities for my husband's career. I would ALWAYS reply, "You couldn't pay me to live in Texas!" Guess what. <Insert sarcastic emoji face>
The Career Path:
This last year, I have embraced my new life chapter of turning 40. My positivity was in full swing the first 6 months of the year as my June birthday approached. I started training for my first half marathon, took a writing workshop and started teaching hoop dance in my hometown.
Sounds great, right? For the most part it was...until an injury halted my running goal, even throwing me out of the gym for a good 3 months. The hoop dance classes were going well but then the relocation ironically became a reality right after I bought official marketing supplies. As for the writing workshop? Well, that leads me into...
“Creativity takes courage. ”
― Henri Matisse
Let me start off to say that even if you don't think you are capable of accomplishing something or becoming successful at something...dammit...TRY ANYWAY. For as long as I can remember, my Mom told me that I should be a writer. Knowing that my Mom is biased, I continuously brushed it off. Me? A writer? I would love to but there's no way that I can be a writer. There's so many amazing writers out there full of talent, and many full of talent that never get recognized. How could I possibly amount to that? (Gotta love that teenage uncertainty).
Years past and I set that idea/dream aside, always submerging myself in other's stories (I'm a book worm). Enter my 40th life year and seeing a flyer posted in my town square for a free workshop. What the hell, right? I signed up. Let's see if I can write something, even if it's just for myself. I went to the workshop with many people who were already self-proclaimed writers, already writing or have written work, but I didn't care. I was there for me. I soaked everything up like a sponge, excited to see where this would or could go. I felt comfortable to be in this room of strangers yet kindred creative spirits.
I can honestly say this was one of the best things I ever did for myself; opening a door of possibilities and giving myself a chance at something I did not see possible due to fear of failure.
In committing to a creative lifestyle; in many areas of my life, not just the written word, I have given myself the permission to be happy and pursue dreams. Dreams that I would brush off, either due to lack of courage, a shortness of self-esteem or the fear of failure. I'm not sure how successful I will be but I will be happy as I reach for the stars and to me, that is success enough.
"We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”
― Walt Disney Company
BTW, I am currently working on my first fictional piece.