Today I embark on a journey that I probably have been waiting my whole life for. I have dreamt of being good at writing since I was a wee kid. I have always enjoyed the activity. I have always wrote. Poems. Short stories. I wrote my first “novel”- albeit a pretty petty and miserable one – when I was in middle school. Everyone has always told me I should and I could become a writer. 

Today, well yesterday actually, I took a huge step to realize my dream.

I love my adventures and have already found a way to get my husband on board for more writing adventures. I believe these adventures and the adventures before it have given me the opportunity to find who I am. What I like and dislike. What I can and can’t do. It gives me the opportunity to try something different and new that I would never do in my small, calculated world. New things like eating quinoa and Mediterranean food.

This weekend is all about writing. It is about being around like minded people who love to write. It is about a crazy girl going on a writing adventure, to chase the stars she has always wanted to chase, to reach for the moon and be able to start realizing there is more out there then just the moon. After all, to the moon and back is but a small distance compared to the vastness of the universe. This weekend I will miss my husband and my puppies, my job (I know I have problems) and the opportunity to bask in the sunny sides of Portland with the people I love. But this weekend I get to do something I love.

This weekend is about realizing a dream. While I have been tempting faith with my writing the last few months, I am finally going to do something about it. While my project/lessons have come with me so I can focus on them to really start a career in writing, this weekend is about just being. Being able to learn more about who I am and what I want in my writing. To start an adventure in the many possible projects I want to launch what I know will be a fulfilling career.

This journey is but a small catapult to where I want to be. Where I want to go. And it’s so exciting to be doing something I still think is scary and nerve wrecking and new but what I want. I don’t often do things without careful planning. Without weighing the pros and cons. Without a firm grip of all that the decision will do. I am far from being spontaneous and yet writing has changed that.

Writing makes me seek the possibilities of the universe.

Why is the grass actually green?

Why do kangaroos look like really buff men?

Why does a baluga whale look the way it does?

I have always been a curious person. Always wanting to learn about everything around me. But, somehow some where I had lost that vision. I had lost my voice. I had lost my identity. And now, with the help of my family and friends I am finding that identity. I am finding out what my passions are. I am finding what makes me happy, truly happy.

As I embark on this weekend adventure I dare to ask you, are you taking the journey of your lifetime? Are you taking time for you and finding your happy? Why not? If not now, when? You don’t have to have it all figured out for you to take the first step. F. Scott Fitzgerald said it best, “For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.” It’s not even about the journey. It’s about the destination.

Be encouraged today, be that badass and fly. xoxo