It's amazing how much time flies by, when you think it's really going in slow motion.
I have a lot to catch up on, including my amazing trip to Paris over the new year holiday.
I've been reflecting a lot on what I want out of life and in my life. It's a never-ending battle I've allowed myself to fight. I know I need to quit over-thinking, over-analyzing, and just live my life. I think I started to do this yesterday.
I finally went to a freelance writer's meeting. I remember contacting the chair of the group before September, and I finally made it to one meeting in February, with plans to have a piece to critique on Thursday. I was full of fear going into the meeting and almost left before the chair (someone I used to work with) showed up. I sucked it up and went - meeting another new member, Amber, among some great people. It's an eclectic group, ranging in many ages. Betty is a faith-based writer, Red is a musician and writer, Mr. Smith writes a blog, Chaz is very articulate, Nancy is published, and then there was me. Luckily, I stuck my nose into everything, learning my way around the dynamic of the group. I opened myself up to criticism, I fought the fear of rejection in my writing, and will hopefully make some new friends. I was amazed to learn that if everyone showed up, there'd be 25 people.
I left there and bought myself a couple Moleskine journals and a storyboard book at a local bookstore that's in liquidation. I have the itch to write - and now have a chair on my new front porch, itching for me to sit and write in it.
All The Good Things: My parents house has sold (after 2.5 years on the market); I've moved into a cheaper and larger apartment in an exciting, older, neighborhood; I experienced Paris and London by myself; have a fun weekend planned for April with some great college friends; and have the craving to satisfy my hunger for writing. One day at a time.
