Waking Dreamer

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”~ Mark Twain

 Since I was in the fourth grade, there was a dream I had. It came out of no where, a writing assignment from Mrs. Porter's class. I found myself lost and immersed in words I had not realized I could even write. It wasn't any figment of my imagination I couldn't spell worth a dang. But, I started to see scenes unfold in my mind and put them to writing. 

At some point, I gave up on the dream. A couple years out of high school, working two jobs, going to college, keeping up with my story didn't seem like a priority anymore. I set the notebooks aside, eventually they started collecting dust, eventually so did my dream.

Recently I have started to look back and wonder, why did I really stop? Why not write again? It was an outlet for all my frustrations and emotions. It was a way to get out of myself and put a piece of me on paper in a way other people could also see the way my mind worked things out, how it melted all into one. So, I've decided to write again. 

I'm not in this delusional world where I think everything will suddenly fall into place. But I honestly think it will help me regain a piece of myself I lost somewhere along the way. I have been all about positivity and moving forward, yet maybe this is a piece I need to look back on. I think it is time to look at old dreams and see if I can make new ones out of them. 

So now... I'll get writing. I hope I have the courage to stay with it this time.