Blogging Friends.... This was taken from my private Word document journal!! I wrote it last week after a minor mood swing infused pity party. Due to my unobtainable, broken, shattered lifelong dream of becoming an author. Honestly? Sometimes Reality still hurts like hell. This is the ending, my perspective gleaned through emotional/mental growing pains. Yes, I did say that dreams suck!! Aloud. To my Mom. But I did not mean it. Oh!! And I recovered in true Drama Queen fashion!! I immediately rebounded with four new fictional children's book ideas!! Four!! Meanwhile, I have been clinging tight to these words like some toddler with her Teddy bear.... Love you later.
I said that dreams suck--as strong, negative emotions pulsed through me--and, literally speaking, they do. Personally, dreams can suck away my happiness like some mosquito does with human blood. Or so it feels. I never struggled with these issues until I dared to dream. Oh, sometimes I wish I hadn't. But then again. Sans this lifelong dream, I would not be writing monthly fictional books. I know that. Why must dreams always be cosmic, anyway? Why?! What is so wrong with dreams being minuscule?! Because. I dream.... Of boldly stepping out of the children's book genre to which I find myself blissfully stuck in. With one story. I dream.... Of writing an Independence Day-themed children's book come July, despite having very few ideas for it yet. I dream.... Of writing twelve books throughout 2014!!