i think that i start to take on false ideals that i'm just not a writer because i haven't written... haha that is actually a pretty good argument but definitely not the point i'm trying to make.
words.
as a case manager at an adoption agency all i do is write. write. read. sign paperwork. and write some more. after a week of this work the last thing i feel like doing is sitting in front of my macbook typing. this makes me want to purge myself of all things electronic and writing.
i day dream all week of spending every ounce of free time i have rolling in the grass and building mud pies and playing in the sun. away from a desk, away from a scanner, away from a keyboard.
office.junkies.in.their.once.native.habitat
alas, writing for myself again. i'm going to do it. i'm promising myself that i will go back to that quiet place and write the story that's been on my heart for so long.
the point.
the desires of our hearts (though clouded by to do lists, age, crying children, paying the bills, and jobs that don't pay overtime) are still waiting to burst through the emails, phone calls, and the must-does to take their rightful place in our lives.
divinely placed desires are meant to change the world. the dreams and desires you carry are simply that. yours.
don't change. don't stop listening to what you want to do because chances are, the very thing you want to do will change the world you live in.
