“I’ll leave you with this, and then let you get back to work. I really thought I could have been something for you. And maybe that was because you were my everything? Maybe I thought I could have been a sliver of what you were to me? I know though, that I was never enough – you told me that repeatedly and I questioned my worth daily because of it – but I thought I could have been … something.”
And that was that.
44 years old and still chasing the dream of writing. I always thought it would be the story of my (sarcastic) life, told through my lens. I mean, right on my About page you can pretty much sum up my approach: “…if your own story doesn’t bring you to tears, it’s not worth telling. Tears of joy or tears of frustration, we’ve all got a story to share …”
I’m starting to think though, my story isn’t so much about my own, “wonderfully sarcastic, messy, amazing” life. I’ve got a few other ideas up there in my big ‘ole brain about where I can take my writing. And the idea has actually been in the back of my mind for quite a while now. We’ll see where it takes me, and maybe I’ll share some chapters here and there, in between my random 1804 musings, who knows?
