My Wish For You

Vincent Van Gogh, though he is undoubtedly one of the world’s most famous impressionists, never sold a single painting in his thirty-seven years of life. 

But that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved, creating more than two-thousand artworks in just over a decade.  Towards the end of his life he is quoted saying, “As a painter, I will never amount to anything.  In fact, I am sure of it.”

Can you believe someone that talented could even utter those words?  It’s unfathomable.

This is my wish for you.

 

Realize the greatness inside you and become who you were truly meant to be.

You may feel lost.  You may feel confused.   

It's ok.  Take your time.  

But follow your heart.  Obey your intuition.  And don’t settle. 

If you have a dream, work for it.  Despite your fears, fight for it. 

It won’t be easy.  It might take months.  It might take years.  Persevere.  And the further you go and the closer you get, it will get harder. 

Challenges.  Hoops.  Hurdles.  Juggling. 

Doors will not only be closed, but sometimes slammed in your face.  Struggle against it.  Try harder. 

Give up and you LOSE!  All your doubters.  All your haters.  All the people whispering and snickering behind your back, Win!

This is YOUR dream, Damn It! 

Slap self-doubt in the face.  Kick worry in the gut.  Believe in yourself.  Have confidence.  Look in the mirror everyday and tell yourself how amazing you are.  

Shake disappointment from your shoulders.  Arm yourself.  You can do it!  You have to!  Failure is inconceivable.  What did your mother say?  “I don’t want to hear any buts.” 

If you sincerely love something, you can never give up.  Your reward and accomplishments will overshadow everything else.  The journey will only make you stronger.

I have to go now.  I have a date with a mirror.  Oh, she is the sweetest thing.  She always has such nice things to say about me.

What do you want from me?

I had two concerns when deciding to create this blog.

First, I had to figure out how to make one.  There were three problems with that.

              1)      My knowledge of blogs.  Besides reading them. 
                    Uh, zilch.

2)      My blogger budget.  To hire a professional.

                  I checked my account balance:  zilch + zilch = zilch squared.

3)  What about very helpful and generous computer savvy friends? 

                 I scoured through my phonebook for hours, searching from A to Z. 
                When I got to Z,  I found one.  One friend.  His name?  Mr. Zilch.

It was all up to me to figure out how this whole crazy blogger thing works.  The blog itself wasn’t hard to set up.  You plug in your information and it formats all your data into neat little boxes.  It’s when you want customized layouts and formatting that you’ll feel like this:

So, after a whole bunch of research and a lot of trial and error, I finally got it to where I want it, I think.


 

Then I felt like this:

I’m still learning.  But all in all, I think it turned out really cute. 

*smiles proudly*

My second concern was content. 

How do I want to present myself to the internet universe?  What do I want to say?  What will you want from me?

More research.  More trial and error.  (This is harder than it looks people)  My back is still broken from all the break dancing.

In research, I discovered some writers talk about the craft.  Some writers advertise their books or upcoming projects.  And then some talk about their children and pets, including their husbands. 

I may want to talk about all of that...or none of that.  Who knows?  Can’t this be a what-floats-my-boat kind of blog?  *checks header*  That's right.  This is my blog.

So, that’s it.  My first executive decision.  I want to float my boat. 

And in that decision, you should do the same.  We could float boats together.  It'll be fun.

 
Ooh, this blog is like therapy.  I always feel so much better after we talk.

Have a great week everyone!

Passion vs Addiction

So...Here I am.  *Steps out from behind internet curtain*  *Taps keyboard*  Am I on?

Eyes gaze back at me from behind the glow of their screens.  Legs shuffle in discomfort.  A woman in the back throws me a sympathetic :)   

*Sweats*  Geesh!  This is awkward!  I’m glad I took Oral Communications in college.  It is so helping right now.

*Breathes*  So…Hi…*fidgets*…I’m Sarah and I’m an addict. 

“Hi Sarah,” they say in unison.

"My drug of choice is words.  I love to write."

The crowd nods in understanding, compassion dozes in their eyes. 
                                                                           
If the first step in the twelve step program is admitting you’re powerless over your addiction, then I surrender. 

*Sits back down*

This is just a quick hello for now.  I will be back for the next session.  I have so much more to talk about.  I promise we will be great friends. 

*Hugs screen goodbye*