New York holds a special place in my heart; and no matter how many times I visit the city I always come away feeling the same clarity about life as I did the last time I visited. I know what your thinking - how can someone find clarity in a city of nearly 9 million people. Easy; be a young woman from a small town, who is a dreamer and an aspiring writer New York always leaves me facing questions about my life. Such as: Am I doing what I love? Am I giving up on my dreams? Am I living my life in a grand way? The short answer to all of these happens to be a mix. I'm not doing what I love. I have given up on my dream of writing full time - this one is a mixed bag. Money, location, and lack of a staple support system has helped this dream die a slow death over time. And am I living my life to the fullest, no I'm not. I chalk this up to location and a lack of money to travel and experience the world the way that I really truly wish that I could.
Trips to New York always remind me of the importance of taking a leap of faith. Of showing up and showing out and doing everything with a little sparkle and a bit of grit. It was on this last visit with my family that I became actuely aware that I needed to look beyond the small confines of home to find inspiration. As a highly creative person I see a need to reignite the spark that lit the fuse on my writing dream. For years I've played around with this project or that project only to scrap it because I was lazy, got bored, or was busy. But I am devoting myself to cultivating my creativity, and holding myself accountable for walking away from a God given talent that I have no right to throw away. The past two days have been a reminder of the reality that my life can be so much more than what its become. So...Heres to setting new goals, living more fully and writing from the heart.
