I have a lot of thoughts and things I’ve been thinking to write about. I was having a hard time trying to narrow down what I wanted to focus on, but I knew I wanted to write something. Right now writing is one of the only things I have so I’m trying to do it frequently.
So I’ve been in this new city for about a month, and I still have not been able to find a job. I’m struggling with this a great deal because I NEVER go without employment. This move was a complete leap of faith. I knew that I would be starting over. I knew that I would have to find a new job, which I am not sad about. I was so motivated and hopeful for my future. I still am hopeful, I’m just trying to stay encouraged as I apply for jobs.
In the mean time I am trying to write a book. It is one of the most frightening things I’ve ever attempted. In my mind when I am reading books I think “I can definitely do this”. Then when I start to write I begin to second guess every word I type. I am trying to work on just letting the words flow, and then worrying about editing and changing things later. The thought of putting myself out there for criticism is a little scary too. However, after doing some journalism work I know that it is all apart of putting yourself and your work out there.
Basically I am trying to stop just being and really start living. I am not ready to let my dreams go. I see so many successful people that are happy following their dreams, and I just want to do the same.