Diving in

And now that I have completed my third week at my new job (which I adore, by the way), I feel it's time to take the plunge. Time to dive into the real reason behind my life-altering move to fewer hours and gentler work.

Time to be a writer. Not just someone who happens to write once in a while. But someone who makes writing a priority when they first wake in the morning. Someone whose mind wanders to their art unconciously during the day. Someone who simply MUST always have a pen and paper, should the stray genius spark and threaten to fly away forever. Someone who reads stories that fire the magic of their own.

I do not have a craftsman home with a picket fence, a golden retriever, and a Mad Men style hubby with a briefcase. I am not a wide-eyed, yet empowered fashionista who catches a break in the Big City. I have not  hit the lottery or invented a piece of technology that will fascinate consumers the world over.

But I am living the dream. Finally, I get to do the one thing I've struggled to find time for all my life.

I get to create.

I get to write.