Just write...

I would love to be a writer. At least, that's what I like to tell myself. Sometimes I think about how wonderful it could be to leave behind this world of teaching school children (who often drive me completely nuts) and trade it in for the life of Carrie Bradshaw. You know... the column, the big city life, the shoes... I'll take all of that, please.


And, I have spurts of enthusiasm where I contact writer friends and actively seek freelance opportunities, but lately, that enthusiasm has taken a back seat to busy working days. Today, however, I've decided that needs to change. And, while I really do not expect (or want, necessarily) to begin writing for the New York Observer, I stumbled recently across an old gift from a very dear friend that made me realize I wanted to be writing again... regularly.


A Christmas or so ago, my sweet friend Erica gave me a journal, a gift that I still think of as one of my most favorite gifts... mainly because of the quote on the cover. (As someone who takes great pleasure in the insight on the side of a Starbucks cup, I am very much a 'quote' girl.) And, this quote, so simple, has reminded me to do again what I've always loved... "If you want to be a writer, write." Simple, huh? And, eye opening.


So, I have decided again, to write. Even if it is just silly, imperfect ranting. Even if it's a little ridiculous. But, I've decided to jump on this Internet bandwagon of blogging and send a voice out into the world. And, whatever it is... you can be sure that it won't be boring.