I feel different today. I feel motivated. I don’t want to go back to that job. Im concerned about my mother the whole while I’m there. I’ve never really worked for anyone. I’ve always worked for myself when I was active. It feels so unnatural sitting in front of that computer when I’m there.
I was reading one of Mitchell’s post (The Light Is On) where he mentioned writing in a style different than what he normally writes. That made me think about doing the same. I haven’t been serious about my writing since I’ve been here on WordPress.
i jot down poems or write about experiences because I have no one to talk to but I haven’t done anything serious or of substance. I love writing. I wrote a children’s book about my daughter and self published it eighteen years ago. I wrote a couple of autobiographies after going through hell with the justice system, a self help manual after starting my own business titled “Will Your Success” because I wanted to share with others how easy it could be to invest in yourself.
I always wanted to put together a journal of my dreams because they fascinate and entertain me so, and after living a nightmare entangled in the healthcare system, I wanted to write about experiences to help others avoid the nightmare or be better prepared to withstand one.
So maybe I’ll take writing seriously and work hard to focus my attention on writing with substance for humanity. Maybe I can find refuge there. Maybe I can bask in the beauty of the Sun there. Maybe I can reinvent myself and become acquainted with that someone that I lost some time ago…well, maybe