I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. For years, anytime someone asked me that question, I would happily reply, "I want to write books!" This dream never really went anywhere. I claim I lost my creativity, but in reality I believe it was laziness that has kept me from writing for so long. This blog is an attempt to start writing again. I am not sure of my reasons why I always claimed I wanted to be a novelist. It may simply have been because grammar and literature classes were the classes i did the best in. I understand how to write, it comes naturally to me. I have probably forgotten many rules and regulations over the years involving writing, but I can learn them again.
I am going to be 27 this year, and I still don't want to go to college. I yearn for my old job where I felt productive everyday. I do enjoy my current job, but only in the summer do I feel that I have accomplished anything. The rest of the year I feel like a boat tied to a dock on a windy day. Just waiting for its purpose, trying hard as it can to get away, but trapped. I have considered going in for a horticulture degree, but I honestly don't like the heat enough to do that the rest of my life. I do enjoy the outdoors when it's not 9000 degrees outside, and though I spent many years avoiding it and everything about it, I love to garden! I am quite excited that my tulips and my daffodils are shooting into the air now. When I plant something like a bulb or seed and take care of it, it is a huge sense of accomplishment when I finally see that green bit poking out of the dirt.
While I am actually in the mood to write, I have to go to bed. Until next time.
