Dreams

I have always wanted to be a writer. Not just any writer either. But a writer who you can relate too. I have wanted to be able to make you laugh, cry, and relate to the things I wrote about.

I have decided recently that if my 52 year old father, who is completely goofy and wonderful can write a totally weird and strange blog, then why can't I write a semi-normal blog. So, this is all his fault. (Insert Sarcasm) Besides it's not like I don't have anything better to do.

My dream to write started out at as a side job. I had always planned on being a farmer. I guess with that comment, I should give you a little more background info.

I grew up on a farm. It wasn't large by most standards, but it was big enough for a kid to have lots of room to run around on. My grandfather farmed it until I was in middle school, and then he retired. We had cows, pigs, chickens and guineas. At least when I was smaller. The older I got, the more that those animals disappeared, they were too much work for my grandfather to manage alone. The cows were the last to go. I say cows, when I should say pet cows. They were giant dogs, they followed my grandfather around and sniffed his pockets for treats. Then again, there weren't many creatures that didn't follow him around and sniff for something. He was a wonderful man.

Most people don't see me as a farmer. Why? Well, because I'm of the female gender, and I am the ultimate girl. At least that's what my husband says. I like ruffles and lace. Baby dolls and stuffed animals. Ribbons and curls and bows in my hair. I think he is wrong, I don't "primp" like most girls do. Make up is simple, hair is simple, clothes are simple, and ruffled and lace. He's a guy what does he know? But I digress.

I wanted to write. I wanted to be able to vocalize things that would mean something to someone. Other than turning in an assignment. Or sending an email to our supplier, although those have been known to move them to tears. I wanted it to be my "out". Instead I took up cross stitching. I have always thought I could never write. I always thought I could never go back to college either. Guess what I did in July?

I guess I lacked confidence in me. I have spent the last 10 years "fixing" my husband. Letting him follow his dreams, building up his confidence, giving him the support he needed, that I forgot all about my dreams. Until I read my email. I subscribe to these amazing and wonderful stories by Bob Perks. The message was entitled "Your Wakeup Call". I highly recommend signing up for his emails. They are an amazing source of joy and inspiration.

It's amazing how God knows when to kick our butts into action. This was my wake up call, and the motivation I needed to take that first step into going back to school. I'm halfway through the semester and maintaining a full course load with a 3.95 GPA. Oh yeah, I work full time too!

So I decided this morning, when reading my father's blog, and feeling God pushing me into posting some of the things I have written over the last few months, that it was just another shot of motivation to see this through. I can't promise the posts will be often, I do work full time and go to school full time. But stick around, I might surprise both of us.

Please be kind, and remember that I don't care what you think of my writing. So don't be offended when I ignore your comments. This isn't about you. This is about me and following a dream to see where it takes me.