Time. Where did it go? It feels like not long ago I was just a little girl playing outside with rocks, yes rocks. That sounds strange now that I’m writing it hahaha. This was way back before cell phones and all that social media stuff. But I really would like to know where time went. When I was a kid I just wanted to be an adult and now that I’m an adult I wish I were a kid. It’s strange when I think of things like that. Time just goes so quickly, you’re here today but you can be gone tomorrow. You never know when your time is up.
It took me 30 years to know what I wanted to do with my time. I want to write! When I was a kid I wrote all kinds of short stories, crazy ones. I think back to then and realized I did have a creative mind but I never really thought about it then. I wanted to be a teacher when I was about 8 but then as I got older that wore off and then I wanted to be a nurse. Eventually that dream just fizzled out and now after I finished my first novel, I sit here and I know that is what I was meant to do, I wanted to be a novelist. Writing is like my outlet and it helps me with my anxieties with what I face everyday, which I won’t get into. I read so many books, I love it. I know not many people like to read anymore but for me it’s something that helps me escape everyday life. You fall in love with characters and you visit places you’ve never been before. You experience what they experience and you feel what they feel. I love the when I get lost in a book and hours go by and it’s over. But then you pick it up again or get another book and you start all over again.
So can time heals things? I guess you never really heal from things, you just get over them.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!