If I wish it enough. If I long for it enough. If I will it to come my way by whispers and desires. If I dream it. If I survive it. If I wake up day after day with the same nightmare -- that I didn't achieve it.
If I weren't so tired. If I didn't have dishes to wash or lists to make.
After I work out. After I make the bed. After I drink my coffee. After I gather our things.
Once I start, I'll begin. Once I start, I'll know. Once I start, it will come.
Just sit down.
Just sit down and type.
Just sit down and type what comes and eventually the words, the dreams, the ideas, the creativity will fill me up like a balloon.
I can't live without blogging.
I can't not write for me, for you, for us.
I can't live a life without words drifting effortlessly, endlessly, ungrammatically, on these pages.
This is about finding soul and passion again. This is about reaching inside and turning a life of routine and office cubicles and constant emails on its side and starting again.
Again. Again. Again. So many agains.
Happy Writing, my friends!
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