The Road I was Once On

Hi everyone,

I had an experience this week and I thought I'd share it with whoever comes across my post.

The past four months I had lost myself to the needs of others. There was a time when I couldn't wait to type up a page or even a chapter when I was disciplined enough to make the time for something I considered my passion. I have this file on my laptop titled "Book Stuff". Its fair to say I haven't opened that file in over four months.

Well this week I was in town. I was making my way into college just after lunch time and I had my earphones buzzing away in my ears. I was in another world entirely when my feet came to a stop. I'm not sure what it was but I had this surreal urge to take my earphones out and just look around. I had stopped right outside a book shop. For the first time in four months I walked into that store, picked up a book and felt like I was home. Sort of like remembering a sweet smell you once experienced when you were small and reliving it twenty years later. It felt magical to me and reminded me that deep down I never really forgot about my dream to write. So this post is more or less for myself, this will be my starting mark in my journey back to the road I was once on.