We all know, for the most part, where we’d like to be in life. What we’d like to be doing. Goals. Dreams. Ambitions. Having the end product visualized is the easy part…putting in the hard yards in between is the true test. I hope that you can realize and tap into your own inner strength today…it’s waiting for you. Stay creative.
One. Thousand. Posts. A thousand posts. That’s quite a lot of random musings amassed over the course of eight years, and I have to say, it’s been a long, challenging, exciting, tiring, but ultimately satisfying ride. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about (and damn near highly considered) quitting this blog. On many a day, it has seemed like a complete waste of time…but in the end, the passion to communicate and the deep drive to create and express wins out.
I consider myself a writer, and Writers Write. I don’t believe that a writer should write for likes and follows. I believe that a writer should write what’s written on the inside. Sounds cheesy and cliche, but it’s true. We all have a message or messages within us, just waiting to see the light of day; we all have a voice waiting to be spoken in whatever medium gives it life. Convey it, whatever it may be.
No preachy preaching from me, though…just write. You can’t reach everyone….so just be true to yourself and create. Cast your net out there…it doesn’t matter how big it is. If you can snag a few fish, then smile. If you don’t, keep going and smile anyway. Do your thing, stick with it, be consistent, and give your voice a stage.And most importantly, many, many thanks to those that have taken part in the journey! Your support is priceless, and I thank you.
I really needed to be reminded of this message today (I mean I really needed to hear it); I hope that you can find some value in it as well. Take a moment to read and absorb the words (oh, it won’t take long)…if so, thank you for reading! Let’s put in the leg work and go after those dreams and goals. Today is the best day to start/continue. Be well, and Stay Creative.
Grab a drink, post up in a chair, and take a few minutes to dig into this little story snippet. Thanks for reading; let me know what you think. Stay creative.
At long last, it appeared as though they were nearing their destination; the deeper they got, the more the forest seemed to close in tightly around them, and the unmistakable rustle of the oversized jungle leaves grew nearer. Up ahead, the driver finally made the decision to ease up on the gas, and the bus began to slow its pace as the road began to narrow. His heart began to race at the anticipation of what existed outside the comfort of the bus, and as this was his first international assignment, he was eager to get his feet wet and explore.
The bus’ brakes began to squeal loudly as it came to a slow stop. They were approaching a large clearing, surrounded by the intensely rich green of the surrounding jungle. The air began to surge in through the windows, and with a shudder, the bus came to a complete halt. He glanced around the bus, and all within were hurriedly gathering themselves and their belongings, stretching tired bodies and sleeping limbs from such a long journey. She was collecting her bag, and running her fingers through her wind tousled hair; she wore a green jacket that hugged her body just right, and she pulled on a well-worn cap that rested comfortably over her eyes.