Is it greedy to want more out of life? To not just be happy with what you’ve got? It feels greedy. And ungrateful.
They watch as it grows up, not down, defying gravity Not understanding the magnitude of what they actually see
I am logging out of all social media and my blogs (this one and the other one) for the next couple of weeks. Of course, I’m worried I’ll miss stuff, that I’ll be disconnected from things I love and that might inspire me. I’ll miss moments that mean so much to others that mean something to me. But remember there was life before the internet was accessible in our hands 24/7.
I’ve been talking about my love for writing, so I suppose I should do some actual writing. To that end, I have written 1000 words of the beginning of a story which I am going to make public, here, now. 😬
I obviously fancy myself a writer a little bit as I’ve started a blog. But when I describe or sheepishly refer to myself as a writer or talk about my aspirations of writing, this is me talking about fiction. Writing about myself or my hair and my weight is pretty easy. Easy in comparison to letting people read my stories.