Patting My Own Back.

I am proud of myself.

Yesterday afternoon while feeling a little sorry for the loss of my "old" self and the things I used to do, I suddenly got some inspiration. I was mourning the loss of my younger days. The ones where I could read books. I could sit and write in my journals for hours. I could sleep. (But sleep is another post altogether.)

This one is about my eureka moment.

Finally.

After having my girls, I have been somewhat lost in being a mother. Which isn't all that bad. But sometimes I wish I had time to do some of the other things that I really love. Read more. Write more. Writing is something I never expected to ever get thrown to the wayside in my younger years. Still you will never see me without a journal and a good pen by my side. I set a goal at a very young age that I would somehow, someway, publish three books in my lifetime.

Yet, all I seem to be able to do is write quotes or blurbs for the books.

Most times I feel restricted by my own mind.

I have the stories. I have the characters. I just need to learn how to put it all down on paper. Maybe I have set my goals to high. Expecting myself to just sit down and write a 600 page novel might be a little out of my reach.

For now.

But last night, when the kids were fast asleep, Nick gone out riding, I finally did it. The ideas had been brewing in my noggin.

To the point of me jumping out mid-shower just to write them down.

So I finally sat down and began to write.

I think I am finally onto something here.

Can't wait to see where this goes.....