My friend was sharing news of the success of one of our former classmates but rather than make me excited, I was filled with a burning jealousy. This former classmate, younger than me, had set out and achieved the dream that I was still just talking about achieving.
When it comes to reasons why I have not pursued this passion in my life, I have a million of them: I am good enough , I have to live some life and get experience before I can sit down and write about it and my all time favorite… I was too busy raising my son and paying the bills.
I'm now in my mid-forties. I've written stories for newspapers and countless beginnings of stories that still swirl in my head. I've had plenty of adventures and experiences to fill hundreds of pages, and my son is almost 20 years old and attending college in another state. The excuses I can come up with today are just as implausible as the ones I've made my mantra.
This is my own fault.
Its time to stop reading the published works of others and feeling as if I can never write as well.
Its time to stop using work and family as an excuse for me not sitting down and pouring out the words that long to escape.
Its time to prioritize my duties, my hobbies and guilty pleasures.
Its okay to "ignore" everyone around me for a few hours each day and concentrate on my dream.
Its time for me to start writing