Sometimes change is good. Hell, who am I trying to fool--I like change. I get bored with routines, then don't stick with whatever plan it was (losing weight, washing my clothes every day, writing my blog weekly). It's pretty pathetic. My mind is curious and wanders, so when it's satiated in some knowledge, it moves to the next.
For a long time I was fine with this. It meant I was creative or something, but to be honest it makes me feel lazy and like I have severe ADD. I don't want to believe either of those things about myself, so here's the deal.
My husband suggested I put some of the things I've been writing out here for the world to see. He likes them, and is maybe tired of being the guinea pig for all the stuff I write. A lot of it lately has to do with being fat in a superficial city, one that has more money than it knows what to do with. I've been writing for lots of projects, but this one is very near and dear to my heart.
So, with that, I'm going to make a promise to myself to write whenever inspiration hits and to not give up. I'm not the greatest writer, but I love doing it. It's what makes my soul feel alive, like the ultimate puzzle. It's figuring myself, the world, and my place in it out. Too corny or mushy? Sorry, I get that way sometimes. Not my fault.
I'm going to post a short story I wrote, and am thinking of turning into a web series. Maybe a short film. I'm not sure. But, it's personal. It's terrifying to me to have you, unnamed visitor, read.
Here's to 20forward part 2.
-ch
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