I have been avoiding writing on this platform for some unknown reason, or maybe I do know the reason why. There are so many more “important” things to do. “But what makes them more important,” is the question I beg to ask. Are they more important because I have deadlines I am working against, or are they more important because this is something I am told I have to do? See that is the funny thing: we often allow extrinsic factors to determine the course of our lives very much to our detriment.
Why are we so concerned about the idea of impressing others while we are secretly breaking ourselves in each and every step of the process? “Follow your dreams,” they say. “But my dreams are scary and non-traditional,” I silently respond. What if I don’t want to be a nurse? What if I want to be a writer? Now that’s an idea. I feel like I have been living this paradoxical life. How can I want to be a writer if I am not taking the necessary steps to actually get out there and write?
I am done putting a hold on my life. From this day forward I am going to live my life how I choose. Today, I commit to living my dreams. Today, I commit to writing. I am releasing my fears of everything having to be perfectly polished. No matter what is going on in my life, I will always do the things I love, and writing is one of them. I am not perfect. We are not perfect; therefore, we shall not expect perfection out of ourselves. There is also no such thing such as the perfect time. There are always going to be millions of things going on in your life, each with about a billion and one different excuses as to why you cannot achieve your dreams. Therefore, the perfect time is now! On that note, what do you commit to today? I am free, and oh is liberation so sweet.
