I Want A Big Life

I've been trying for several months to put words to paper. Everyone assumes that writers are always overflowing with stories all the time. I am either a bad writer, or my brain just doesn't work like others. I am not constantly bubbling up with ideas of dramas to write or passages that I just have to jot down. And I think that is okay, for me.

When a person isn't following their dreams, life gets very mundane. And I ought to know. I've spent my entire life doing whatever it took to just get by. I had big dreams that got squashed along the way. I had people who didn't believe in me, sabotaged me, and just outright lied to my face. It took a while to catch on. You want to walk through this world believing the best about everyone. But that's not possible and I have certainly learned my lessons.

I say all of this to say that I don't want that anymore. I want something more. What is out and about in this world should be something I strive to obtain. Why listen to the naysayers. If it can be dreamt, attached my lasso to it and fly onward. I want a big life. One that is written about, talked about, that makes the neighbors jealous, and the young girl admire.

So, I'm putting down on paper, (or computer, whichever works better), that I'm tired of the old. January is over but June can be a new start. Get that life ladies. You only get one, it can't be returned, and there are no free do overs.

And when you get it, make it big.