I have been thinking heavily lately about what I want to do for the rest of my life. I'm 42 years old, I still have many years ahead of me to do something fabulous, problem is I just don't know what to do. I know that although I wasn't prepared to quit working the way I did, it could actually be viewed as a gift. When I don't focus on the sucktastic reason I'm unemployed, I can actually feel a little thrill of hope that I do anything I want like when I was young and idealistic. Then the jaded and cynical part of me the responsible part-I really hate that part-reminds me I have to be careful, not get too stressed, don't tax my body too much, remember you're a Mom and have to have dinner ready for the family, Lil Mamie has dance class at 5:30, Ab's swim meet is at 2:00, yada, yada, freakin' yada.
How do I turn that off? I remind myself that I am allowed to be interested in things outside my kids. I have to remind myself that over and over, but It's starting to stick a little I think. My dream ever since I was a kid was to write. Sure I had other so-called dreams, I was going to be a psychiatrist. I even ran a group counseling session in sixth grade with a group of kids who walked home from school with me. That experience was really interesting and I know my friends liked it until one of the girls told me how abusive her mom was and I convinced her to go our teacher and tell her. Well she did, and I ended up not being allowed to talk to her anymore, eventually they moved out of the neighborhood. My little group broke up after that because I "didn't need to know everyone's business". I also wanted to be fashion designer, but couldn't draw to save my life, there was brief stint where somehow I was going to be on Broadway even though I never had a dance lesson in my life , and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
Those were all little girl dreams though. Writing is what I keep gong back to. In high school my teachers were all convinced I would be a published writer. I used to write stories that would make people cry or totally freak them out, but either way it was a gut reaction and I loved it. As an adult I have had a few things published locally here and there, but mostly essays and pages of opinion.
I want more though. I want to write something that will touch souls, make people question reality, create characters that everyone loves, hates, or wants to be.
The problem is I don't know where to begin. I did find this page http://highered.mcgraw-hill.com/sites/00725127/student_view0/exercises-999/creative_writing_exercises.html. It gives some great promps to get those creative writing juices flowing again. I'm going to go the the store and pick up a brand new clean note book and give some of these a try. I like to hand write when I'm doing something like that because I can't go back and edit things out. They can just flow whether they make sense or not. Wish me luck. Maybe someday I'll have something worth reading besides all these whiney ass posts.