When I think about what I want from life I always have the same recurring day dream...
I'm outside with my family in a wide open space by the water. We're gathered around a table, that's sitting under a large shade tree. Above us, the tree is filled with fairy lights. The table is covered with fresh fruits and vegetables from our garden and a loaf of homemade bread. Soft music - that we all know the words to - is playing. When we aren't singing we're dancing, or attempting to catch a firefly for a brief moment of magic. Life is good and carefree.
In my non-dream life I'm a homeschooling mom of three. We occasionally bake bread and we eat a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, that we don't grow. We spend a lot of time outside and even more singing and dancing. The wide open space and the table under the tree don't exist, yet.
In the midst of my daydreams - through real life, and various hobbies that have come and gone - I've been writing. From the minute I knew how to put words into sentences, I've had a story to tell. But, ever since high school I've kept those stories a secret. It wasn't cool to write about fairies and princesses, let alone to be caught writing at all. I've been terrified of failure and a world filled with judgement, which resulted in a bottled up passion that is dying be set free.
In June of 2017 - still terrified - I decided to take this lifelong hobby more seriously and actually try. Nearly a year later, I'm ready to share my words with the world. But through it all, I'm only tiptoeing.