And so i am a writer.

Is this another silly dream, this writing? Everything I ever wanted to do I told no. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut. I was told I was too stupid to do that. As a teenager I wanted to be a racecar driver. No, I would just kill myself.  Shut up and work at the grocery store my mom told me, lesson learned, I never set any goals. I never dreamed of a better future. I figured I was just a cog and accept it.

Now I am trying to be a writer. I figure the first step was to start calling myself a writer. So here I am a writer. It’s a new dream, but I am going to go with it. I am going to see this out. If I am successful, awesome, if I fail, at least I can say I tried.

I took the kids to an art museum yesterday. Standing at looking at works of art by Picasso and Pollock, I realized that these great men did it. They did what they love and didn’t let anybody stop them. I was inspired. I will do this. I will be successful. I will live my dream for once. I will not let anyone stop me. I will continue doing this. As long as one person likes what I do, and I can touch someone with this, I will be a success.