I finally committed to being a vegetarian. My last stop in fully reforming my life this past year. It feels good. Feels like I've finally become who I always strove to be. And I've come full circle in my life as a writer.
My deepest desires as a child were rooted in poetry. I tried to be a journalist (I was semi-successful in this area), I tried to be a novelist (why did my characters all turn into versions of me?), and somehow at the end of it all I found myself seated in a Barnes & Noble with a poetry book in hand. Alas, I am finally a poet again. Actually, I think I've always been one.
Is it really possible for one to have a lyrical soul? Is the life of a romantic sustainable in such a world? I'd have to say yes...and yes. There's something that comes bursting out of you when you accept who you are supposed to be. Who you were born to be. I cannot deny that words are my passion, and somehow, someway I inherited a love for sharing my heart with others. The two blend together in perfect harmony.
My heart, my pain, my passion, my sorrow, my joy...all spread out on paper...or blog, for the world to see.
I've finally found a way to share all my emotions with others in a way that puts my passion to use. Writing about the heartache of the past year has been done so vaguely, but lately I've felt the call to really share the details of that pain. Really share the manifestation of such an experience and I'm intrigued by the response of those around me.
The dream of being published has become more than just a dream lately. I've tried fighting against my passion before, but now I'm accepting it with open arms. I love poetry, I love words, and I have the biggest group of cheerleaders/supporters I could have asked for.
I know this journey has just begun, but I do love a challenge. And this time around I'm a person I've never been before. I'm stronger, braver, and more complete than ever before.
“GENIUS MIGHT BE THE ABILITY TO SAY A PROFOUND THING IN A SIMPLE WAY.” -CHARLES BUKOWSKI
